Sammi Jo grabbed her backpack and headed out the door. She was so excited, she tripped and fell flat on the porch. She jumped up, laughing at herself, and ran carefully down the porch steps. Running toward the beach, her mind was so full of what could be in store for the day, that it took her several moments to notice the strange noises coming from her backpack.
Bubble…bubble…bubble. It sounded like the washing machine or a bubble blower or… … Sammi stopped and opened her backpack and noticed that the “shell phone” Screech had left her yesterday was vibrating. She picked it up very carefully and put it to her ear.
“Hello?” she said very cautiously.
“Where are you?” asked Screech in his strange, high-pitched voice. “I’ve been waiting, forever!”
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