The Beach

Zoe and Claire studied the white, bland room for what seemed like hours but in reality only a couple minutes, “You two follow us.” The two girls looked up startled to find the men in quarantine suits urging them to come forward. Claire walked towards them and as did Zoe only after Claire grabbed her hand, they walked towards the elevator passing endless white doors with a tiny window with a number engraved on it. As the elevator dinged to let them know they had reached the second bottom floor the men pushed the girls forward to two doors in the white corridor each on the opposite side. “Get in!” Said the man inside the quarantine suit. Zoe turned around to object but he pushed her in, resulting in an even angrier Zoe, Claire had no objections and basically ran in. She looked around at her ‘room’; it was white with a basin, toilet, bed and a trunk obviously for her clothes. “Knock, knock.” Claire turned 360˚ to find herself staring at Dr. Washington, “Oh it’s you,” Claire’s eyes shifted to the ground.
“Here is your clothes and identification tag when we need you we will collect you get changed…now!” Claire stared at the clothes dumped in front of her and mumbled to herself. She decided to get changed seems she’d been wearing the same clothes for the past week. They were white (of course) and there were pyjamas, a dress, shirt and bottoms, undergarments and some togs. Claire stared at the white, boring togs, “Zoe?” Claire tried to shout through the little window of her metal door, no reply came. Claire looked at the number of the door, twenty-three, if all these ‘rooms’ were filled imagine how many fairytale creatures Dr. Washington had kidnapped. Claire’s eyes swelled with water while involuntary cries and sobs were let out of her diaphragm whilst she curled up on her bed. Meanwhile Zoe had decided to try a different tactic, screaming and banging. “Let me out of here!” Zoe screamed, her fists pounding against the metal door, “Claire! Can you hear me!?” Zoe stared at the door displaying the number twenty-four, there was no reply, “Obviously not,” Zoe sighed as her hands throbbed from hitting the metal door Zoe didn’t know what to do, she sat on the edge of her bed staring at the pile of clothes laid out in front of her, tears dripped from Zoe’s eyes and she instantly turned into a mermaid just like Claire in the opposite room from her. Sirens blared and lights flashed as men came and picked up Zoe and Claire and strapped them down in a gurney and rushed them into the elevator where they hit the button flashing ‘ground floor.’ When Zoe and Claire saw each other in the gurney smiles reached their ear lobes. “Claire?” Zoe sniffled, “Are you alright?” Zoe asked considerately. But before Claire could answer the elevator dinged and the two girls were pushed out and met by the smell of the salty sea. The two girls tried to sit up but struggled, but didn’t give up. Seagulls cries echoed through the enclosed beach and the clouds had turned pink and orange just like the day Zoe had escaped. Claire and Zoe were bought out of their daydream by being plunged into the salty water. The girls giggled and hugged each other; their hair floated whilst clownfish played in it, the bottom of the ocean was filled with all kinds of coral reefs and seaweed. The girls set off trying to find a tunnel to lead them outside, but all they found was nothing. Zoe swam to the surface, “What’s the matter?” Claire asked concerned,
“My eyes, they sting from the salt,” Zoe gasped for air.
“Oh that’s only because you’re not used to salty water you’ve always been in fresh water.” Zoe eyes filled with water and bits of salt floated out. As Zoe and Claire stared at each other not needing to talk Claire caught a glimpse of a tail. Claire started to get worried when Zoe was dragged down “Zoe?!” Claire dived down after her,
“Claire! Help me!” As Zoe spoke bubbles met Zoe’s face, Claire shook them away when she ran into Zoe. “Ow my nose.” Zoe said after recovering from her wild ride.
“Nick?” Claire asked.
“No, my name’s Zoe remember,” Zoe nudged her friend in the arm.
“No, I mean my brother Nick,” Claire replied staring at a rock with someone’s spiky hair poking out from behind it. Nick’s eyes poked up from behind a rock. Zoe stared at him like she had just Zac Efron, his hair long and brown with side burns and maybe even a little bit of a beard. Zoe stared into his blue eyes mesmorized by them. Claire stared at him captivated, “Nicky is that really you?” Claire asked unable to believe her eyes. Nick nodded his head and both plunged into each others arms.

Reviews

[Carolyn]

thank you so much =D

[Sseoni]

Aw, a reunion! I loved this chapter! Once again, another wonderful read! I can't wait to read more.
Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to give you some advice.

You could've spaced the paragraphs out. It makes it easier on the eyes.
Whenever someone starts talking, start a new paragraph.
Ex.
"Nick?" Claire asked.
"No, my name's Zoe remember," Zoe nudged her friend in the arm.
"No, I mean my brother Nick," Claire replied staring at a rock with someone's spiky hair poking out from behind it.
See? Makes it easier on the eyes.
I did feel as though you didn't describe the characters all too well. Especially when you introduced Nick. You only said that he had spiky hair. No colors, details, descriptions.
I did see some spelling errors. Like 'there hair' should be spelled 'their hair'. But that's okay. Everyone makes mistakes.

Other than that, everything was awesome! The plot of your book is amazing! I've never read anything like it before! Please, do NOT take the advice too hard. I'm only trying to help out a fellow writer. :D