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My anger blinded what little fear may have been trying to burglarize my mind. Driven by the need to prove my own strength, I kicked the little monger on my ankle, punched the one flying for my face, and elbowed the goon climbing up my back. Soon after the last blow, they looked at each other, shut their mouths, and retreated.
I spun around to face Troy. "It's like I told you, I can take care of myself."
"Muggers-cross between a frog and piranha. Show them any sort of combat, and they run away. They were only category ones, Marina," he said.
"Category ones?"
"We grade certain sea life based on how dangerous they are."
"Like hurricanes."
Troy nodded. "That's where the grading system comes from. We delivered the idea to Normals."
"How many categories of creatures do you have?"
"Seventy-five."
Wonderful. "Well, at least I beat one of them."
"There are far greater dangers to you, Marina. You're walking a fine line, one you very nearly fell off recently. You even left your calling card," he said.
"What calling card?"
"This," he said, holding up the necklace he gave me, the one I lost. My stomach lurched. "I found this in our private library nook. I suspected you had been in there when you referred to our kind as merps. I went over there earlier today and found this tucked away inside a bookcase. I imagine Maryweather found it and hid it for you."
"How did you find it?"
"This necklace serves as a connection from me to you. I could find this thousands of feet below the ocean's floor. Maryweather has been trying to educate Normals for years. But when she recruited you, she went too far."
"Did you wonder where she was when you went over there today?"
"I didn't really care."
"Perhaps you should. I watched as five Ravenflames dragged her from the library. I watched as she burst into a cloud of dust. I watched her die from fear."
"I'm sorry you had to see that," he said.
"Just let me go home," I begged.
"What about your necklace? I tire of seeing Trey's owl pendant against your skin," he said, holding it out for me to take.
"Trey's necklace will stay put until he returns for it. As for your necklace...keep it. Cuddle up to it at night, 'cause it sure as h.e.l.l won't be me."
And so I left. The walk felt good, as did the cool air in my hair and light sprinkle on my face. I couldn't help but do a little mental checklist of tonight's events: 1. Real mom, gone; brawled with fake mom.
2. Broke my only resolution (see what I mean about resolutions-total waste of time).
3. Enjoyed breaking said resolution...so much so, in fact, my eyes stayed closed for the very first time (very bad).
4. Realized the cause of my broken resolution still does not intend to acknowledge me publicly as his anything...and he thinks I'm a million shades of wrong for him.
5. Attacked by Muggers.
6. Defeated said creepers (hurray).
7. Muggers are only a category one threat (kinda deflates my glorious win).
Yep, it's been a heck of a night.
As I got closer to town, I decided to stop at a payphone and call Mom.
Hesitantly, I dialed, wondering which "mom" I would get. "Mom?"
"Marina! Oh, my Marina! Are you okay?" she said shrilly.
"I'm fine."
"Where are you? Can I come get you?"
"I'm taking the beach route home."
"Are you safe? Are you sure you don't want me to pick you up somewhere?"
"Really, I think I just need the walk."
"Marina, I'm so sorry for whatever I did. I really can't remember."
"It's okay. Mom?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Please don't see Mr. Anderson alone anymore." I waited for the fallout.
"I won't. I promise," she said seriously. "I'll be waiting by your window with a big bear hug for my girl."
"I'll be waiting to get it," I said. "And, Mom? I'm sorry about what I said before I left."
"I don't even remember what you said. All I remember is hearing your voice, and then feeling like my head was going to explode. When I could see clearly, I found I had hurt my baby girl. I feel like a horrible mother," she said, crying.
"You're the best mom in the world. I'll be home soon."
"But, how do I know you'll be safe."
"Because...I'm with Troy Tombolo."
"Oh, I'm relieved! I love you, Marina."
"I love you too, Mom."
It wasn't a lie, you know. I was with Troy Tombolo. He has been following me since I left the cave, and if I waited long enough, I would see him jump out of the water in the moonlight.
Chapter Eleven.
The "V" Stands for Vomit.
February: For the shortest month in the calendar year, it sure is a giant pain in the b.u.t.t.
Monthly Life Caption: Cruel, Useless Month Designed to Torture Boyfriend-less Girls Mood: Vile Eating: Chocolates (the only plus to Vomit Day) Music: G.o.ddess of angry female music Traditionally speaking, there are three parts to February: Part One-designed to force single girls everywhere to watch nauseating commercials and endure countless hours listening to self-consumed, boyfriend-wielding girls muse over what their dirt-for-brain boyfriends might get them for Valenyuck Day.
Part Two-Valenyuck Day. Need I say more?
Part Three-designed to force single girls everywhere to listen to said self-consumed, boyfriend-wielding girls brag for weeks about their perfect Valenyuck Day.
Herein rests the benefit of attending a school full of anti-social Merpeople-I get to skip the obnoxious h.e.l.l of parts one and three. Unfortunately, I can't bypa.s.s the dreaded day itself, no matter how hard I try. Because the entire town was like cupid on candy-coated steroids, I'm stuck having to attend the mandatory Valentine's Day Ball. Yes, I said mandatory ball, as in a formal dress, heels, and dancing. One of my nightmares was finally coming true! So lucky.
Airianna eagerly offered to help me find a dress with just two days remaining before the ball; she has had her dress since before Thanksgiving, bless her.
"Marina!" she called, prancing down the school steps. "You ready to find a dress?"
"About as ready as I am to drown."
"Honestly, you would look so elegant all dazzled up! You simply do not see your own worth," she said, shaking her beautiful golden mane.
"Airi! You forgot your bag!" shouted Troy, running to catch up with us.
Troy looked rather ridiculous holding Airianna's very girly bag way out in front of him. You would think it was a disease-ridden skunk. I would have teased him with great pleasure, had we been on speaking terms.
"Oh, thank you, Troy. I must have been so excited to help Marina find a dress for the ball that I forgot it. If I could, I truly would forget my head."
"You're going to the ball, then?" This marked the first time he had talked to me in weeks.
"Well, it's mandatory, so..." I watched my foot push around a tiny pebble.
"Who are you going with?" he asked exceedingly quickly.
"Yeah, I'm rockin' the dateless tag."
"It doesn't matter, though, because we are going to find her plus-one at the dance," said Airianna.
"Highly doubtful, Airi. I'm just going to be like one of those music boxes."
"What music boxes?" asked Troy.
"You know, the ones all little girls get...with the ballerina. When you wind it up, the little ballerina twirls to the music. That's what I feel like-trapped on a tiny coil, forced to turn round and round for someone's entertainment."
"That's the sweetest and saddest thing I have ever heard," Airianna sighed. "We should get going before the shop closes. We'll see you later, Troy. Let's go."
"See ya," said Troy.
"Bye," I said, scarcely making eye contact.
We walked to town where, I swear, another fat cupid must have exploded.
"Isn't it beautiful!" said Airianna.
"It's nice."
"Don't you think you like all this a little more than you're letting on? I mean, your last name is Valentine," she said, wagging her finger.
"Ironic, huh?" I said, rolling my eyes. "It's just not my thing, that's all."
"You really don't like anything having to do with love, do you?"
"I'm sorry, Airi, I guess I'm just too cynical about it all."
"You're not too cynical, Marina. We all have a little cynicism in us, but it doesn't dictate our ability to love. You're afraid," said Airianna.
The cold, hard truth hit me like a bucket of ice. I was afraid-the one word that seemed to define, overtake, and suppress my feelings. Fear.
"Okay, so say I'm spooked by the love bug. What can I do about it?"
"Let it go. Take a drastic step in peeling away the fear from your heart."
"Easy as that, huh?"
"Actually, yes."
I smiled. "You sound different, Airi. Taking me shopping, daring to be seen with a Normal in public, outside of school...you've changed."
"Oh, I don't care what they see. I do feel stronger, though." She put her arm around my shoulder, giving me a little squeeze. "But, sometimes a person can be too strong, you know? Now, let's find you a dress!"
"We can dress me all up in a dress and heels, but I still won't have a date," I said.
Airianna let out a delicate giggle. "Just consider me your fairy G.o.dmother. I'll find you the perfect dress and the perfect shoes, and you'll go to the ball. Cinderella didn't have a date either, but she found her prince charming...at the ball."
Well, I know there will be a prince at the ball, but the charming part was debatable.
"My devious little plan as fairy G.o.dmother will work. Here's the dress shop! I'm so excited," she squealed, opening the heart-covered door.
If I thought the town was my h.e.l.l, then this shop must be Satan's den. There were red frilly dresses EVERYWHERE. If I turned too fast or squinted my eyes just enough, the place looked like b.l.o.o.d.y brain splatter.