Hi! My name is Anahita and you are reading my story. To warn you once you read this, there's no turning back. So on that cheerful note let's dive into my story.

It was June 7, Two thousand fifteen. My Mom, Dad, Brother and I were going to Eagle Beach for a vacation and we stopped at a hotel for the night. We were in a medium room with a vintage trim and two rooms with two beds per room. Since my mom and I like to keep to ourselves, we took the blue bedroom and the boys took the red bedroom.

When I finally fell asleep, I dreamed of water and all of the animals in the ocean. As I reached out to touch a sea turtle I felt a sharp poke and woke to my mom, shoving her old clothes into her backpack and telling me "Wake up! We're leaving!"

I groaned and reluctantly got out of bed. When we cruised away, I could still feel the sea turtle's rough texture on my hand.

When we finally slowed down so we could go to a gas station, I jumped out of the car and sighed, "Ahhhhhhh. That's better." as I stretched to get rid of all the cramps that I had gotten in the small car.

My mother mumbled, "We can all get a drink, snack, and treat."

My brother and I cheered and rushed inside. I went to the drink section and gazed at all of the different drinks that we could pick from. A water bottle caught my eye that was said to be the most amazing tasting drink you would ever taste. And they had it on sale for one dollar!

I grabbed the bottle and ran over to the food section to grab something that had veggies and grabbed the nearest, freshest mini bag of lettuce. When I was in the snack section, I saw that they had fruit bars and I grabbed one just to try it. My mom asked me why I got the biggest bottle of water and I replied, "Because I will get thirsty on the way to the beach."

My father nodded his head, paid for the food, and walked slowly out into the parking lot. When we got into the car, I opened the water bottle and took a sip. My mouth exploded with flavors that made me think of the beach and when I get seawater in my mouth.

My brother laughed, "By the look on your face I would say it is pretty good!"

I nodded my head and took another sip, sighing inwardly, pleased by the flavor.

My mother called back, "Don't drink all of the water now! Save some for the beach!"

I groaned and put the bottle away and looked at the fruit bar. I opened the wrapper and took a bite. My mouth exploded with flavors that made me think of the rainforest.

I opened my eyes and found myself floating in a lake. I groaned, knowing that I had drifted off into sleep. I was looking for animals when I heard a cough and turned around to see a hag. The hag greeted me in a scottish accent, "Hello dear. May I please have a piece of your bar and a sip of your water?

I responded, "Gladly," and tore off a chunk of the bar and opened the water bottle. When the hag was, finished eating and drinking her eyes were shining as brightly as the sun when it was reflecting off the ocean.

She croaked, "Thank you. I see through your disguise and will help you reveal your true self."

I responded, "You're welcome. What do you mean true self?"

I awoke to my brother shaking my arms squeaking, "We're at the beach!"

I ran out of the car and almost tripped over a seashell. I looked at it and saw that it looked like it captured the sun's rays and that it looked like a setting sun. The midday sun made it look more stunning than ever.

I picked up the seashell and studied it. It was a conch shell that looked like it had never seen the rough waters of the sea when a storm hovered over it.

I gently put the seashell on my seat and scrambled to my mother. I asked my mom, "Where is our cabin? Is it by the sea?"

Mom replied, "It's cabin forty three and it is by the ocean."

I squealed and ran toward the cabin that my dad was struggling to drag our stuff to. I opened the door to jump in and was hit with the smell of salt water.

My dad asked me to help bring the bags in. I grabbed my brother's bag and my own and rushed into the house. I dropped my brother's bag in his room and rushed to the room that had the biggest windows and was closest to the sea. When I entered the room, I gasped, stunned by the beauty of the room.

The little room had fishing nets on the fabric that was the curtains. The bed's quilt pattern had fish and dolphins on it. The pillow was embroidered with shells and sand dollars.

I raced into the room, dropped my bag onto the floor, and gazed out of the window. I sighed, amazed by my surroundings.

My father poked his head into the room and laughed, "I think this is going to be your room!"

Mother yelled at me, "Get your seashell before we accidentally step on it!"

I ran to the car just to see my brother holding the magnificent seashell over the hard brick road. I ran to him and snatched the shell out of his hands. When I stomped inside, I told my dad and mom about what happened.

Dad and mom told me, "We will take care of it."

When I got to my room, I heard my brother crying in his room, listening to the punishment he would receive. I felt bad because he was being punished for being curious.

I looked out of the window watching the wave's crash upon the shore until dinnertime.

My mother called for my brother and me for dinner. I slowly walked to the table .I could already taste the pasta in my mouth. When we got to the table, my mother had already put the tub of pasta on the table.

After dinner, my mother told us, "Time for bed."

I ran to my bedroom and flung myself on the bed. After I put on my nightgown, I put the miraculous seashell on the nightstand.

I awoke from a dream filled to the brim with ocean water to a light that seemed to be coming to be coming from the seashell. The seashell instead of being pink like it was, it was green like the sea.

I stepped forward, entranced by the glow of the seashell.

When I touched the seashell, my hand was enveloped in a cocoon of green light. I screamed in terror and tried to yank my hand away from the beautiful seashell but couldn't separate my hand from the seashell. My mother burst into my room with my father behind her. She screamed and tried to tug my hand out of the cocoon with no success.

I screamed even louder when the cocoon started to expand towards my body. My mom screamed at me, "What's happening?!"

I screamed back, "I don't know!"

I cried, "I wish that I never had the dream about the sea!"

The cocoon grew bigger as if fueled by my words and covered my chest and my other arm, trapping it against my side. My mom screamed at me, "What dream?"

I explained to her about my dreams of the ocean and the hag as the cocoon started to cover my legs. My mother looked panic stricken and started mumbling, " This can't be happening! Not again!" repeatedly.

I asked her, "What is happening mom? What are you not telling me?"

She screamed at me, "Just talk about the ocean! It will help!"

I screamed back, "But that will only speed up whatever's happening!"

She cried, "Just trust me!"

I started to talk about the reasons that I love the ocean as the cocoon covered my entire body. I started to scream as the cocoon started to inch towards my face. I had stopped talking about the ocean but the cocoon didn't need any more fuel. I screamed as the cocoon covered my head. My mother jumped on the cocoon as it started to fly towards the sea. She whispered to the cocoon, "I'm sorry."