She scrunched her nose at me with a glare. "Vanilla is just too boring; it has become an abomination." Her smile returned; a hint of mischief with it. "Besides, I get vanilla almost every night. It's time to switch it up."Alex snorted. I almost choked on my spit. Little Miss Mermaid eyed us with interest. No doubt question marks were floating above her head. As if saving us from an awkward explanation, the waitress came with our dessert. Sophie beamed and wasted no time in diving into hers. Her soft moans circled our table, making her the center of attention. When we were younger, Alex and I used to love treating Sophie to ice cream. Those provocative sounds she made sent two horny teens into the world of bliss. More times than I cared to admit, my brain struggled to keep my thoughts on the straight and

My eyes snapped open. An audible gasp bounced around my bedroom. I dashed from the bed. The sheet tangled around my feet and I landed on my face. A, "Fuck," was torn from my lips. Regardless, the pain was forgotten at the memory of the dream. What the fuck was that?My eyes scanned the darkroom. Even though I was no longer in a dream, I was drowning in fear. A sigh left my lips at the realization.I scrubbed my palm over my face, getting rid of the panic. Once my heart calmed, I flicked the sheet off and went for a shower. Unlike the other nights, tonight I woke without a headache. However, the terror I had experienced was still on my mind. The mermaid could not be forgotten. 

He was indeed a great leader. With a bad attitude. It could be something he inherited from being on land for so long. "We used to think the rules were ridiculous," Alex went on. "There were so many, and every one of them involved not being around Shelliot or Mrs. Brown. Sophie and I used to make fun of him. Marv often got upset when we broke the rules. He still obsesses over those rules. But, there was always a new one every day. We couldn't breathe." Right. Rules were always overbearing. But, as my father once taught me, for a kingdom to run smoothly rules had to be implemented. Rules helped to keep order, peace. If there was none, then we all would be chaotic and disoriented. And, land people did need order more than any other species. I turned to Alex. "Is that why he was upset yesterday? Becaus

When I was not enjoying the privacy of the cave, my next best place to go was Marine Park. Something about this place calmed me. Mom often said it was because of marine life. More days than some I believed her. Other than the fact the animals were annoying, they were great to talk with. They had the weirdest pieces of advice no human would ever think of. All in all, this place was cool-ish. Therefore, whenever I had assignments this place was the first on my trip to gaining an A+. The tranquility and inspiration this place had to offer worked like a charm. I would sit on the cushioned seat across from the displays of sea creatures. Once my book was out, words started flowing. The after effect would be an A+. Well, that was before I stepped foot in Professor Saunder's class. Three minutes into my quiet time and my cell phone rang. With all that was g

Rules were implemented for a reason. Sometimes we also disobeyed them. Why? More times breaking them meant freedom, and freedom was what we desired. This was not so with Alex. He wanted to break the rules to help. Yet, no one saw it that way. He and Sophie had been arguing for quite some time. Though their voices were lowered, and they were no longer the cynosure of the room, their body languages said it all. And, by the clenched jaws, and flushed faces, we would be here for a little longer. The prince had left them and went into the tunnel-like structure of the glass place. When I went to peek at him, he was sitting on the floor. He fit in with the beauty of this place. It was as if we were under the ocean. However, if I could remember correctly, the creation called glass protected us from the water. Sea creatures of various kinds were swimming on both sides of the glass and above us. It was magical