Emily Windsnap and the Land of the Midnight Sun: 5 (Emily Windsnap, 5) - Tapa blanda

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We interrupt this program to bring you a severe weather warning. Flash storms are affecting many coastal regions again this morning. The authorities are advising people living in these areas to avoid going out unless they have to. Coastal roads still flooded from yesterday’s downpour will remain closed until further notice.”
   Mom switched the TV off and got up to put the kettle on. “These storms are getting ridiculous,” she said. “It’s the middle of summer! We should be outside sunbathing, not huddled
inside or dashing around under raincoats and umbrellas.”
   Mom’s best friend, Millie, nodded at the torn, inside-out umbrella standing upside down in the trash. “Third one I’ve been through in a week,” she said. “I wouldn’t mind so much if it were just the rain. It’s the howling wind I don’t like. It’s been giving me bad dreams. And the waves crashing over the pier don’t exactly help create a calm space for
my Meditation and Visualization group.”
   Meditation and Visualization was Millie’s new class that she ran from King, the boat she lived on near us in Brightport harbor. King was our old boat, but we’d moved to a new one when my mom and dad were reunited. Mom’s human and Dad’s a merman and our new boat, Fortuna, was specially adapted so that you can live above and below water on it. I’m a semi-mer — human on land, mermaid in the water — which means I get to live both above and under water.
   Millie was on week three of her Meditation and Visualization group. She’d set it up after she’d had what she called “an enlightened moment of synchronicity.”
   “Enlightened moments of synchronicity” are the kinds of things Millie has a lot of. She doesn’t worry too much that no one knows what such things actually mean.
   “I don’t see what the fuss is about,” I said. “The storms only last half an hour and the rest of the time the weather’s been beautiful.” I glanced out the window. “Look, it’s clearing up already.”
   Mom and Millie exchanged a look.
   “What?” I asked.
   Mom reached for a couple of mugs and put a tea bag in one of them. “Well, I’m not surprised you can look on the bright side,” she said, a hint of a smile twitching the corners of her mouth.
   “What do you mean?”
   “She means it’s funny how everything looks rosier to those of us who have a boyfriend,” Millie said. Then she cackled with laughter and got up from the sofa. “Only teasing, love, don’t worry,” she went on, squeezing my cheek as she passed me. “Earl Grey for me, Mary P.,” she added, joining Mom in the kitchen.
   “Whatever,” I said, turning away from them both, so they couldn’t see the flames creeping up my cheeks — or the smile that I couldn’t seem to keep off my face.
   But they were right. I was finding it hard to look on the downside of anything at the moment. So what if it rained a bit? Who cared? As far as I was concerned, my world was full of sunshine.
   And yes, it was because of Aaron. My boyfriend.
   I still felt a bit weird calling him that, and I hadn’t actually used the word out loud yet — especially to him! But I said it in my head — a lot. And I liked it.
 Rap rappity rappity rap! A tap at the door broke me from my thoughts. I recognized the knock, and right on cue, my cheeks burned again.
   Mom reached the door just ahead of me. “Hello, Aaron,” she said with a big smile. “We were just talking about you.”
   Aaron glanced past Mom to catch my eye. “Were you?” he asked shyly.
   I squeezed past Mom. “See you later,” I said.
   “Be careful out there,” she warned.
   “It’s fine. Look — the storm’s finished already. Told you it wouldn’t last long.” I headed down the jetty with Aaron.
   “Have fun with your boyfriend!” Millie trilled from inside the boat.
   I stole a glance at Aaron. “Sorry about them,” I mumbled.
   He smiled. “I don’t mind,” he said, “if you don’t.”
   I looked down, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. “No, I don’t mind either,” I said to the wooden slats of the jetty.
   Aaron reached out a hand without saying anything else, and I slipped my hand into his as we walked. As I did, I felt my whole body tingle. I’d never felt anything like the way I felt when Aaron held my hand. It was as if someone were tickling all my nerve endings at the same time. It made me want to jump up and down and burst out laughing.
   We’d only met this year. Aaron used to live with his mom in a castle out at sea, but they’d recently moved to Brightport with us. We’d put on an amazing concert recently, and ever since that night — when he’d kissed me — I’d felt this way.
   I didn’t tell him, of course. The only person I’d said anything to was my best friend, Shona.
   “You’re in LOVE!” she’d squealed delightedly when I’d told her. Shona is the most traditional, sappy mermaid in the entire world, and she loves nothing more than a good romance.
   “Don’t be ridiculous!” I’d said at the time. “I’m too young to be in love. I don’t even know what it means.” Like her, I was nearly thirteen — way too young to start thinking about things like love.
   But I did find myself wondering about the word. And I was aware that there was nothing I liked more than being with Aaron. I was also aware that lately this had meant I hadn’t seen as much of Shona as usual. And I had the feeling it was becoming a sore
point.
   I wasn’t sure if she was bored of being the odd one out, or fed up with me talking about him, or maybe even a tiny bit jealous. Either way, she’d stopped asking me about Aaron. And whenever I tried to talk about him, she’d changed the subject or swum off to do something else.
   I didn’t really blame her. I must have become quite boring, talking about Aaron all the time. And to be honest, I missed hanging out with her. The only trouble was, I always wanted to hang out with Aaron more.