Into the Deep

Chapter 1

Hey, so I kinda got this idea from thinking about H2O: just add water. So, you will find many similarities. Disclaimer: I don't own any of it.
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"Libby! Libby, wake up!" I groaned and rolled over in bed.

"Liberty, wake up right now!"

I sighed and sat up. Mum could be very forceful when she wanted to. I flipped the covers off and went into the bathroom. I was met by dark bags under my clear blue eyes. My eyes are the watered down version of my mum's, but there was no doubt that I was her daughter. We both shared the crazy curly red hair of my grandmother.

I quickly brush my hair so it hung in red waves down my back. I haven't cut my hair since I was 10, so it hung down to my waist. I then braided it so it was out of the way.

"Libby! Breakfast is ready!" Mum called from downstairs.

"Coming mum!" I called back to her.

I changed into my dark blue, one piece bathing suit and pulled some overhauls over that. I quickly grabbed my glasses and ran downstairs.

Mum was downstairs flipping pancakes on a frying pan while eggs popped in another pan. That was my mum for you, always cooking. I was surprised she found the frying pans when we had all this boxes everywhere.

We just moved. To Sydney. Yeah, major change for me. We used to live in Dublin, Ireland. For some unknown reason, my father decided to uproot my family and move to Sydney. Everything here was so different. Like it was the summer holidays here, while back in Dublin, it was winter. It was all too much to take in. I sat down at the bar and Mum sat a stake of pancakes in the plate waiting for me.    

"Are you doing anything today?" Mum asked me.

I shrugged, "Maybe, I haven't really thought about it. Where's Justice?" Justice was my twin brother and a thorn in my butt.

"Still in bed, that lazy bag of bones. I don't know how to get him up." Mum said with a roll of her dark blue eyes. I shoveled pieces of my pancakes into my mouth, eating as fast as possible. 

"Done. I'll get him up." I said, still chewing as I ran back up the stairs. I opened Justice's room and pull open the curtains, letting in the warm sunlight.

"Oi! Libby, what do you want?" Justice groaned, pulling his blanket up to his chin.

"I want you to get up, you lazy git." I told him, placing a hand on my hip, "Come on, it's a beautiful day. Let's go out and see the town."

He groaned, "How about...no."

"Come.on." I said, pulling the blanket from his grasp.

"Libby!" He yelled at me, curling into a ball.

"Get up and get dressed. I'll be back in ten minutes and if you're not ready, I'll throw a bucket of water on you." I said.

I left his room and went back into mine. I decided to unpack some more and went about opening boxes. I had most of my stuff unpacked, just a few boxes remained. Before I know it, it's been ten minutes. I pulled on my converses and grabbed my bag, which had my laptop, iPod, and a few other stuff, including an extra towel, just to be safe.

I knocked on Justice's door, "Hold on, I'm coming!" he yelled at me. I smirked.

He opened the door wearing a tank-top, swim shorts, and flip flops. Justice had the same clear blue eyes and curly red hair as me, marking us as twins. Justice was born first by two minutes, something he always reminded me. Our names, Justice and Liberty, came from the American phase Mum went through. I hated my name, which is why I go by Libby. It sounded much better than Liberty.

"Well? Come on, let's go." I said to him, grabbing his arm and pulling him down the stairs. Downstairs dad sat at the table, dressed for work in a suit and tie. My younger sister, Alanna, sat at the table with him, drowning her pancakes in syrup. Alanna looked just like dad, with blonde curls and sea-green eyes. Alanna was 14, almost 15. In all honesty, Alanna was beautiful. She had mum's figure and dad's looks. Of course, I didn't feel jealous at all; I liked how I looked, even though...

"Ah, there's my Libby. Where you off to, little sparrow?" dad asked, using my pet name. When I was five, I saved a baby sparrow and ever since then, dad has always called me 'little sparrow'.

"We're just gonna go out and explore." I said, "we'll be back at dinner."

"Need some money for lunch?" He asked me.

I looked at my brother, who just shrugged, "Ah...sure, dad." He gave me the money and kissed the top of my head. I smiled at him. Mum came in from the kitchen, a hand on her hip and a wet spoon in the other. I watched it closely, backing away from her.

"Make sure you're back by dinner, Libby." she said, "Be safe and have fun."

Justice rolled his eyes and placed his hands on my shoulder, "Sure, Mum. Bye, Mum."

He pushed me out of the door into the warm, dry sunlight.

I was hoping I would get through the day without any...accidents. I thought I would be able to get through the day without touching water. I guess it's hard to do that when you live right next to Port Jackson, a harbor. It didn't happen.

But without that day, I wouldn't have met my two best friends.
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So, what do you think, yes or no? bit different from my style, but eh, what the heck? Let me know what you think!!