1 week later and we are in my little room.We sit in silence,reading books about the mythical creature the birdamander.Outside,A mysterious storm was slowly taking over the town.Inside we are warm and cosy.Violet whispered”I know where it lives we can catch it.”

It turns out violet spent the past 5 hours in the freezing storm.She was hanging around the pier searching miles of the beach.She claims to have seen footsteps like the ones in the abandoned chip shop.But these were under the pier.

I lock up the museum and make sure everything is shut and the lights are turnt off.This time ill make sure to bring torches so we can see in the dark then i got two puffa jackets to keep us warm. The storm was flooding the road so we had  to get our feet soaked.we followed the signs that have arrows pointing to the beach.I didn’t want to go but i can’t leave her alone. Shes a bone-headed girl and yet i’m still following her.Cautiously we step on the sand.

We see footprints in the distance. So we run straight to them following the trail.But we noticed there aren’t one pair of feet, there are two.But we just carried on and we found the pier.I have a feeling violets leading me into trouble.

All i could smell was the salty water and  I could see loads of shells on the side of the pier.We want under and we heard a crack noise echo.But we kept walking side by side shining are torches straight in front of us.Then i saw a shadow, a small one.Suddenly, a baby birdamander appears it looked cute but sounded vicious.

At that moment, I thought we shouldn’t be here.I tugged violet and shouted lets get out of here. But she ignored me and carried on.I turn around and i a growl heading closer and closer.Violet turns around and we both shine are torches towards the noise. There it is.The birdamander! Violet steps forward; i step back