Merrow's POV

As I step out of the water, exhausted from the Migration trip.

I'm being so careless, standing out in the open, but I can't part from the ocean just yet.

I stretch, and then I hear it. "Weird." Someone mutters. The voice is coming from the woods.

Wait... I know that growl...

It's a Werewolf.

I mutter a string of colorful words, knowing that the nearby Wolves could expose me.

Again.

--a couple hours later--

I'm finally settled into the new apartment. 

It's small and old, but it's right by the beach.

I bought it, so that when it's time to migrate again, I have a place to stay.

I buy some paint to redecorate my new home.

And some rollers and everything else you need to repaint your home.

Eventually, when I finish, it's 5 a.m. the next day.

But it's fine. Mers can actually survive on an hour of sleep. 

I hop into bed, and sure enough, at 6, I wake up.

Boys don't realize how much effort it is to pick an outfit for school. 

I mean, could this outfit have been completed by rushing?

Puh-leeze.

High school, here I come!