She did that stereotypical popular girl thing where she puts her hands on her hips, cocks her head, makes that little click sound that girls do when they're about to say something idiotic, and the whole time she was telling me about the things her mom said, her head was moving from side to side to emphasize damn near every word she was saying, and she was rolling her eyes so much I thought her retinas were going to detach. I sat there in shock for a split second before I gave her the same position, mimicked her movements exactly, and I basically told her that her mother doesn't know everything and that she's really stupid for believing everything her mother told her. I had to catch myself twice, once when I almost called her a bitch, [I wanted to say "you're being a little bitch" and instead I said "You're being EXTREMELY rude"] and another time when I almost told her that Santa wasn't real. I kind of regret not telling her that, with the way she was acting, you'd think she doesn't believe in Santa anyways.
I really don't mind if kids don't believe I'm real. But one thing I wish the non believers would realize is that they could be near someone who does believe in mermaids, and it hurts them extremely when they hear that person continuously try to disprove me. There was a very shy girl at the pool that day, she was only about 4 or 5 years old. She saw me when she came in, [and I think she was even the girl who went and told everyone there was a mermaid in the pool] and she sat on the shallow end stairs with me. She never talked much, but I asked her her name and I told her I was called Ayla. She said she believes in mermaids and she knows I'm real. Then she got out of the pool. She never came back, but she was always around on the deck, and I would sneak around the edge of the water and whenever she looked my way, I'd squirt water at her from my mouth. It made her laugh and her mom thanked me for paying attention to her because she was so shy.
The whole time these kids were yelling at me, I was watching for the little girl, and when she came close, I'd have to swim away to draw these mean kids away from her so she wouldn't hear them saying I'm fake. I had to stay away from her to protect her tiny little feelings.

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