Chapter 3
The next day, we are lazily sat on my blanketed floor. We slowly sip our warm hot chocolate( my favorite drink) as the comfort of the the warm room hugs me tight. Outside the moaning wind sails through the air. Inside the heat creeps to my feet nipping at our bitter toes. Slouching upon the heater, Hannah stares out of the tinted window. Her eyes slowly fix upon the sea; the waves crash onto the crumbling sea wall. “I’ve got a plan,” she exclaimed,” do you want to hear it?”
I sigh, “fine!”

Apparently, Hannah has been out and about- without me. She has snuck behind my back, collecting evidence. I begged Hannah for her to stay in my cozy cubby: I was so terrified of the sealamander that I locked myself in the bathroom. Finally, Hannah managed to drag me out of their. We were going to its hide-out- the musty cave in the corner of the beach. Near the cliffs.

Battling against the ferocious wind, I try to remember if I’d locked the grand front doors. Seagulls’ waste flies down and lands on my brand new puffer coat. Quietly, I curse under my breath. Hannah races on: the marram grass dances elegantly, beckoning for us to come. The mist wraps round me as my hair encounters the biting wind. Trying to make my voice audible, I look on. Hannah’s footprints are barely visible, let alone her own body. I call out to her, “Wait, Hannah stop for a minute. What’s that?” She turns round to see me pointing to something in the distance; emerging out of the salty water.

I had absolutely no idea of what it was. I was shocked by what I was seeing: pancake colored drool; fin shaped footprints leading to the cliffs; and shedded skin abandoned, floating in the sea. I grab Hannah’s wet hand. “I…I…I think we should go right away!” I stammered slowly.

The thing, whatever it is, has gone. We creep into the cliff( in the cliffs) and look around. We are met by nothing but silence. Nothing. Suddenly, we find something. We stare in awe.
An egg. One single egg, asleep in its cozy nest. Deep blue with lightning patterns covering the perimeter of it. But I slowly realize that their is a small crack in it. Luckily, nothing has escaped and you can’t see inside. Whatever is inside, is, fortunately, is still in there.

At that moment, a stab of guilt pierces my skin. “We shouldn’t be here,” I pronounce, looking back towards the cave entrance. We see it. I step back into the moonlit gloom; Hannah steps forward, reaching out towards the creature. ” The sealamander,” she gasps.
“We’re trapped,” I cry, looking at Hannah. She stares back. We are stuck.