Under the sea

    I flopped myself onto my feather mattress.  I was so tired of school.  I just want a break.  Hi my name is Cristy Andrews I'm 12 years old and am so totally sick of  flunking tests.  I picked up my paper .  We had just studied Marine Biology and of course we had a test.  There it was in bloodshot red a big fat F.  I was pretty used to it, but this F made my feelings sink.  I felt like an anchor sinking down, down, down...
       "Cristy!"  My mothers voice woke me from my thoughts.  "Cristy, Cristy Andrews your dinner is getting cold."  "Coming."  I called.  I ate my dinner quickly without a word.  "I'm going to bed." I said as I finished up the last bite of my rich creamy chocolate cake.
    I dragged myself up the stairs lazily.  I stripped my clothes off and pulled on a pair of plaid boxing shorts and slipped  on an old  soccer shirt.  I brushed my teeth and put my tooth brush back in the small purple cup.  I examined myself in the mirror.  My hazel eyes glittered in a way.  My long auburn hair hung down my back.
    I turned in disgust at my reflection.  I flipped off the light switch and headed toward my pale yellow room.  I turned down the sheets and curled up in my bed and fell asleep...
             I looked around me water surrounded me.  I quickly looked at my feet which were no longer there.  The were replaced with  green scaly things.  Fins I had fins.  My auburn hair floated wildly as I swam quickly in hope to wake up from this particularly strange dream.
    In spite of my wishes I came across a castle.  A strange male figure was swimming toward me.
      " Lizzy!"  He cried.  " Excuse me but I am NOT Lizzy or whoever you said."  I said in a sharp annoyed voice.  "Of course you are.  If you aren't who are  you?"  He asked.  " Hello, I'm Cristie." I was really annoyed and sick of all these questions.  " Are you Ok?  Do you need a doctor?"  He asked.  " Ok, Ok.  Lets start over here.  If I'm Lizzy then who does that make you?"  I asked .  " Lizzie you don't know your own father?" He said.  "You're not my father.  My father drags around the house all day in his dark blue bathrobe."  I said thinking of my father.  " Lizzie your missing the point.  The point is that you are supposed to be at that meeting in a hour."  He began swimming toward the castle.  I had no choice but to follow...

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