Into the Sea: Part One
"At first glance, she appears quite normal. Like a
regular little Flotsam, happy with her life. She looks as if she has not a care
in the world... Poor thing."
"Yeah... She is normal, though," a tired sounding
voice replied. A girl who looked to be about the age of seventeen stood there,
her arms crossed against her chest, as she stared through the glass window,
her eyes narrowed. Her crystal blue eyes followed the little red Flotsam as
she played in the pool, flopping her fins around and diving under, swimming
around swiftly. The girl sighed and looked down at her side, where a white Kyrii
was jotting down a few notes on a ripped piece of paper that was attached to
a clipboard that looked like it was ten years old. Her pencil suddenly broke,
and she muttered under her breath, sighing.
"Got an extra pencil?"
"...Yeah." The girl rummaged around in her bag, then
pulled out a small pencil, handing it down to the white Kyrii, who poked her
thin light blue framed glasses up her nose as she continued to scribble her
notes down on the paper. The girl quietly tapped her foot against the tiled
floor, twirling her long, curly blond hair around her finger. Her eyes never
left the Flotsam, who was now swimming from one end of the pool to the other.
She reached the end, and came up to the surface, laughing at what seemed to
be nothing in particular. She was the only one in the pool.
"So, I've recorded my thoughts on what you've told
me in letters, and I think I am starting to come to a conclusion. Learning to
cope with her will not be easy..." The white Kyrii's saddened eyes glanced from
her papers up at the Flotsam, who was now starting to get out of the pool. "But
I can tell that you really want to do this." She looked up at the blond-haired
girl, who nodded, blinking her tear-filled eyes, forcing a smile on her face.
"You really love her, don't you..."
"Of course," the girl replied, though she found
it hard to speak through all of her confusing emotions. Her throat was feeling
sore, and she could barely see through her eyes, they were watering so much.
"She... was my first pet. I could never just leave her. Sasha... means the world
to me." The girl frantically wiped at her cheeks, which were now stained with
her wet tears. She saw Sasha starting to flop towards the showers, and she turned
them on, cold water splashing down on her. The girl and Kyrii could tell she
had started to sing, though they couldn't hear what she was saying because of
the thick glass window in front of them.
"I understand, Katrina..." the white Kyrii replied
softly, staring at Sasha through the glass window with her hard green eyes.
She didn't say anything more, however. She just waited for the girl called Katrina
to continue talking.
Katrina cleared her throat, clutching onto her arms,
digging her nails into her skin nervously. "Yes, Doctor Velt. She's been this
way her whole life, but I had never gone to get any help for her until it got
really serious, which was just recently. I guess... I guess I just didn't want
to admit that she was... different."
"She likes water, hm?" Doctor Velt questioned, rubbing
the frame of her glasses with her finger, looking up at the tall skinny blond.
"Yes. She adores it. I bring her here whenever possible.
She just loves to swim. The ocean is one of her favorite things, too. Whenever
we go to the beach we'll just sit on the shore and look at it longingly, waiting
for the sun to set." A small smile spread out on Katrina's heart-shaped face.
"Why do you bring her here, then?"
"Why do you bring her here to swim? We only live about
a mile away from the coast. This is Mystery Island, after all," the white
Kyrii said smartly, as if she knew everything.
Katrina pursed her lips. "Let her swim in the ocean?
No, I'd never let her do that. I mean, what if something happened to her?"
Doctor Velt secretly rolled her eyes. What could happen
to a Flotsam swimming in the ocean? They were one of the fastest swimmers,
so even if they were suddenly threatened by a Jetsam or something of the sort,
they could easily get away. So, there perhaps was more to Katrina than she knew.
Overprotective, perhaps? But then again, who wouldn't be overprotective of someone
like Sasha? "I see... She have any friends?"
"...No," Katrina replied quietly. "At least, none
that I know of. I don't think she does, though... After school she just comes
home and sulks around most days. If I'm lucky she'll be in an okay mood. The
only time she is ever really happy is when she's swimming."
"Doing something she loves..." Doctor Velt murmured,
licking her lips, and nodding her head slightly. "You know, having an imaginary
friend isn't uncommon in pets this age, especially in Sasha's case."
Katrina cocked one of her dark eyebrows. "Imaginary
friend?" She chuckled slightly. "No, Sasha doesn't have an imaginary
friend." She said it as if it was the stupidest thing in all of Neopia
to have an imaginary friend. There was no way her Sasha made up things
to be her friends.
Doctor Velt frowned a bit. "They're not a bad thing,
you know. But by the looks of it, she does not appear to have one. At least,
not from what I can tell. She doesn't seem to have one at home or anything,
"Nope," Katrina replied firmly.
The white Kyrii nodded. "So, Katrina, I guess I will
be meeting with you later this week. In the mean time, just try not to get angry
with her. Don't scold her, don't force her to do anything she doesn't want to
do... just let her be. I must be going. I'm sorry this meeting was so short,
but I have some other business I must attend to," she explained. "I'll see you
in a few days."
The blond girl nodded, stifling a cry. "Bye, D-Doctor
Velt," she managed to stutter. The white Kyrii waved to her, and then exited
the aquatic center, tucking her clipboard under her arm.
Katrina watched Sasha out of the corner of her eye
as she sat on the sofa in their Neohome living room, reading an old issue of
the Neopian Times. Her legs were crossed and she was jiggling her foot back
and forth as she watched her pet play with her yellow Flotsam plushies. Sasha
had eight of them. The red Flotsam lined them up in a row, a perfectly straight
row, then stacked them all up on top of each other. Katrina often wondered why
she was so obsessed with the yellow Flotsam plushies. Every time they went to
the toy store, Sasha wanted to get another one. Why didn't she want a
different plushie? And why did they all have to be yellow?
Katrina hated yellow.
The girl sighed and blew a piece of stray hair off
of her face, folding up the newspaper. "You're going to school tomorrow,
Sasha," she said quietly. The red Flotsam froze; clutching the yellow plushie
she had been playing with tighter and tighter. "It's one o'clock in the morning.
You're not getting out of it. Now go to bed. Please. I'm tired."
Sasha glared down at the plushie she was holding and
then threw it across the room at Katrina, and it landed in her lap. "You don't
understand! Nobody understands! Why do I have to go there? Why can't
you just teach me?!" she whined loudly. Katrina picked up the plushie
that had been hurled onto her lap and dropped it on the floor.
"Sasha, I'm busy. I have things to do. A job.
And I can't afford to send you anywhere else for you to be taught. This is the
cheapest thing. Besides, don't you like being around all of the other pets?"
she inquired, lacing her fingers together, smiling slightly at Sasha, who just
folded her arms across her chest and groaned sadly.
"No... I don't. They don't like me, either. I don't
know why. Why do I have to be different, Katrina? There's nothing special about
me. I should just... vanish into thin air. No one would miss me."
Katrina swallowed hard. She was starting to tear up.
"T-That's not true. You're an excellent swimmer. And of course people
would miss you. Stop talking like that."
"We should go to the beach," Sasha suggested spontaneously,
as if the previous conversation had never happened. "Will you take me to the
beach? I want to swim. In the ocean."
"Let's just go to bed for now." Katrina grabbed Sasha's
fin and led her down the hallway to her room tiredly. She could barely keep
her eyes open they were so tired. She kept thinking of the story she had been
reading in the Neopian Times. It was interesting.
"Katrina?!" Sasha asked as she slipped into bed. "Why
do you always get mad at me? What did I do?!"
Katrina shook her head, staring down at her pet with
her bloodshot eyes. "I am not mad at you! Where'd you get that idea?"
"You look mad."
"Go to bed now."
"Hi, Sasha," came a whisper from behind the red Flotsam
as she sat in class, doodling a yellow Flotsam on the piece of paper she was
supposed to be writing notes on. Sasha turned around to see a pink Xweetok,
who sat in the desk right behind her, smiling at her. Sasha knew her name was
Lily, and she had never really spoken to Sasha before. The red Flotsam glanced
up at the teacher, who was still talking. Should she say something back? What
if the teacher got mad at her for talking though? But someone was being nice
to her! Sasha grinned madly and turned back around.
"Hi," she whispered back.
"I like your bracelet," Lily commented, pointing to
what Sasha was wearing around her fin. It was a thick white plastic bracelet
and it was sort of plain, but she wore it anyway because Katrina gave it to
her. Lily covered her mouth and appeared to be chuckling, and so were the people
Sasha smiled at her, and Lily just swished her tail
around elegantly, batting her eyelashes in return.
"You're welcome," Lily replied, opening up
her textbook just so she had something to do. Sasha smiled at her again. Was
she making a friend? Lily was being really nice to her!
"Do you want to hang out with me during break?" Sasha
asked suddenly. She was surprised she had plucked up the courage to ask such
a thing. Normally she would never just ask someone to spend time with her, but
she was feeling confident now that somebody was noticing her in a good way.
Lily's cheeks suddenly flushed a bright red. She looked
from side to side at the other pets sitting around her, who started to chuckle.
Sasha just stared at her, smiling, waiting for an answer. "Er... no,"
she replied, as if it was obvious. Sasha frowned and turned around in her seat.
Why were people always so cruel to her? It wasn't her fault she had trouble
Sasha tried to pay attention to the teacher, who was
still talking about boring Maraqua or something, but she could hear giggles
surrounding her. She spun around to look at Lily, who grinned back at her. What
was everyone laughing about? A spotted Gelert was hiding his face behind a textbook,
and Sasha could see that he was laughing by the way he was shaking up and down.
The red Flotsam sighed and turned back around in her seat.
Suddenly, a ball of paper landed on Sasha's desk.
She looked around, wondering who had thrown it. She started to open what she
figured was a note, and read it.
What's on your back?
Sasha looked behind her shoulder at her back the best
she could, and out of the corner of her eye, saw a piece of paper attached to
it. She tried to grab it with her fin, but it was too short to reach it. The
whole class had erupted in laughter. Finally, after moments of struggling, Sasha
grabbed the piece of paper and tore it off of her back, hastily reading what
it said. It was written in big red letters.
I NEED FRIENDS.
Sasha crinkled the paper up into a ball and stood
up angrily. She could feel her eyes starting to water up, and she couldn't really
see anything because of all the tears. She flopped over to the classroom door
as fast as she could, not caring that the teacher was still talking, or that
the whole class was laughing at her. She opened the door and stormed out, heading
to the nearest bathroom.
As Sasha was wiping her eyes with some paper towels,
she heard the sound of someone entering the bathroom. A yellow Flotsam flopped
in, smirking. She was a bit bigger than Sasha, and had a longer tailfin. She
stopped right in front of Sasha, staring at her.
"Hi." Sasha looked down at the ground, trying to look
like she hadn't been crying. The yellow Flotsam, who was also Sasha's best friend,
Amelia, frowned at her.
"What's wrong?" she asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
"Everyone is mean to me."
"Of course you aren't, Amelia," Sasha replied, holding
back tears. "You're my friend. My only friend, actually."
The Flotsam called Amelia looked at Sasha with saddened
eyes. "You have to do something about it, then. Don't just let them be mean
to you. Stand up for yourself!"
Sasha nodded, sniffling. "You're right. I wish we
had some classes together, Amelia. I wish I could be with you all of the time."
She looked up at the bathroom ceiling, sighing heavily. "We should go swimming
Amelia grinned. "Yeah, that sounds fun." There was
a long pause. Sasha could tell something was bothering Amelia. Finally the yellow
Flotsam said, "But I need some money. My owner isn't doing very well. Do you
think you could get me some?"
Sasha nodded. She'd do anything for her friend. "I'll
see if I can get some from my owner tonight."
"Really? Thanks! Okay. I've got to get back to class,"
Amelia explained, waving to Sasha. She went out of the bathroom, smiling to
To be continued...