The Horror of Palm Shores

Arrival in Palm Shores

"Welcome to Palm Shores. Where your safety is our concern," I read from the sign. My family and I were on our way to our new home. I didn't want to leave my home in Lochhollow, but my father got a job in a small town in Maine called Palm Shores. We were near the coast so that was a plus. My father told me all about it. A small, quiet town in the middle of nowhere. Sounds like a grand time. I was going into my sophomore year of high school. I didn't need to be moving schools now. Just two years away from graduating. Oh well, that's in the past now.

As the moving van followed close behind us, I couldn't wait to get into my new room. I looked out the window to see what this small town withheld from the outside world. All I could see was a lot of restaurants. At least there was a lot of options for take-out.

We pulled up to the house. It was a lot smaller that my old house, but I wasn't complaining. I quickly dashed out of the car to look around the house. I heard my father say something behind me as I ran around to the back of the house.

"Kayla, come back and help unload please," my father called to me.

"Be there in a minute," I called back to him.

I looked at the ocean from the back porch. I could smell the salt in the air. As I looked out into the water, I could see something floating on the water a few feet down from me.

"Mom! Dad! Can you come here for a second?" I yelled from the back of the house.

They couldn't hear me. I went to go see what it was. As I approached the floating thing, a terrible smell was coming from the thing. It was a sea turtle with all its organs on the outside of it. I gagged at the sight and ran back towards the house. I dashed through the front door and ran to my parents.

I told them what I saw and they said it was a shark. I guess they were right. Later on, I found out that they were so wrong.