We were coasting down the side of the beach, soaring on our bikes, searching for the
perfect shells. Well, it was really only me who wanted the shells. Zoey honestly couldn't
care less. Sure, she thinks they're pretty, but that's basically it. So in reality,
I was searcing for shells, and Zoey was zooming around, pretending she was a race
"She's getting cloer to the finish line...going pretty fast, but will she make it? Ah!
Mike Peel has passed her up! Ohh, man, she does not look too happy. Wait-what's she
doing-is she-she is- she's switching to overdrive! Zoey Meddal is going faster than
lightning! And now she crosses the finish line, beating Peel by two and a half seconds!
And the crowd goes wild!" Zoey screams as she does spins and curves on the sand. She rides
dangerously close to me.
"Hey, watch it!" I shout, but she doesn't hear me. I'm about to ride over to her when I
spot something shining in the afternoon sun. I get off my bike and go over to it. It's
halfway in the shallow water, half covered in wet, brown sand. but the part that's
sticking out is smooth, shiny, clean. I gently pull on it, and see that it's a perfect,
pink conch shell, not a single crack in it. I put it up to my ear to see if I can hear the
ocean, like you see in the movies. And I do, but there's something else. It's almost like
someone is trying to say something but the wind carries their words away.
"Hey, Zo, look what I found!" I shout, waving my arm to get her attention. She doesn't
notice me. "Zoey! ZOEY!" I wave both arms now, but she's too far down the beach to see. I
give up and walk over to my bike and sit down. For the next five minutes, I listen to the
shell, but I can't understand anything. Then, something spectacular happens.
The wind starts blowing really hard, and the water gets rougher. I see dolphins that have
been close to the sand, but now they're swimming away. There's five of them, and they're
making that sound that dolphins make that's hard to describe. I then feel a raindrop on my
hand, then four more, but when I look up, the sky is blue, with no rainclouds. But there
is one cloud that looks a little funny-looking. . . . like it's in the shape of a heart.
I get this strange feeling, like something just happened, but I don't know what. I feel
the impulse to check the time; on my watch it says 1:49 PM. I get deja vu, as if this has
happened before, and then it continues and in my mind I see myself holding the shell to my
ear. So I do, and practically throw it on the ground.
Because when I held that conch shell up to my ear, I heard somebody say ver clearly, as if
they were standing right next to me: "Hello."