Maria and John: A Mermaid TransformationMore Like This
Maria’s long brown hair was blown across her face by the wind. By the cool sea breeze.
She didn’t bother brushing it aside.
No, she had far too much on her mind. Too much, and so she had thought the beach would be a quiet, calming place to be. But if the shouting, screaming, laughing voices of the beach-goers were any indication, she was wrong. She thought the voices were as irritating as the cold gale. Why are there people here at all, on a day as windy as this? Just because summer was on its way didn’t mean people had to be down on the beach, rain or shine.
She walked across the sand, tugging her orange jacket tight around her. She didn’t plan to go swimming. Not today.
I wonder how I did. The last of her exams were done, and she would receive her results soon. Why can’t I stop thinking about them? It’s a good thing I’ll get them soon – the suspense would kill me over summer – but . . . what if I failed? What if I