Thursday, October 21, 2010
Lola is another Fant, like Aleia (OGW 10/14) and Gemma (OGW 9/24/09, 10/29/09, 2/4/10, 5/27, 7/29, 9/16). Lola – half-mermaid -- was thrown back to sea by her parents and almost drowned before she came to live with her Fant family. Maybe this is why she is the angriest, most distrusting and solitary of the Fants.
Lola: “There’s nobody ho-ome, nobody home,” I sing with my earbuds stuffed deep.
It’s hard to dance in the little bedroom of our one-bedroom, four bed apartment, but I’ve moved the space heater to rest on the bottom bunk, Aleia’s bed. Probably going to go up in flames, but I don’t care.
That’s what everyone thinks, that I don’t care.
Well, maybe I don’t. Not right now! I think as I front-kick across the nine foot width of the room, listening to Avril Levigne sing, “She’s lost inside/Lost inside…”
I’m pent-up energy, a snake hissing inside, coiling and uncoiling, rattling. I am myself, scales on my legs, green face, shark teeth – the whole Fant package, half mermaid, half really really pissed off girl.
I don’t even know what I’m angry at. A lot of times, I don’t even know.
I just know that this morning Luke said something about Gemma being in trouble, and it’s not that I’m jealous – what do I have to be jealous of – but suddenly I was clacking my sharp teeth together like I was going to bite someone’s head off.
I could do it, too. That’s the scary part. These guys are my family, but I could seriously bite one of them sometimes. That’s why, when they went out to gather supplies for a rescue of their precious new fairy friend, I laced up my punky boots, put on a black dress with zippers and studs I got on St. Mark’s Place last week, and scrolled down to Avril on my iPod.Well, our iPod. Me, Aleia, Ian, Luke, we share everything. Nothing’s mine. No. Thing.