Astrid walked in the middle of the three through the forest, following Jack, and Roger behind her. Her wet shoes made a squishing noise and squeezed out a little bit of water each time she walked, which she found extremely uncomfortable. "Hold on," she said, leaning up against a log and quickly undoing the laces and pulling off her shoes and socks. She held them both in one hand, and then got back up and continued following Jack.
Jack parted the long grass next to the beach, and the three stepped out onto the sand. Astrid looked over, and saw Annie, accompanied by a bunch of boys. One of them had dark hair and was holding a shell, to which he continued to blow in short bursts every few seconds.
They approached the group, and Astrid wandered away towards a rock. She set her shoes down on it, and then walked back over, noticing they had gotten into circle formation. She stood next to Jack and Roger, who were next to the guy with the shell. Then she heard rustling in the grass, and she darted her eyes around and saw more boys coming out of the bushes. She made eye contact, waving the over to the circle. The little ones complied, smiling and quickly running over and joining the group, but the older ones hesitated for a second, and then slowly came over as well.
She looked over, and noticed Jack had removed his jacket, as well as a lot of the other guys, and was leaning his arm on Roger. Then she looked back to the guy with the conch and he blowed it one more time, before clearing his throat and setting the shell down in his arm, which had a cast. "Okay, okay!" he yelled over the group, and slowly but surely everyone stopped talking. "So, here's the rule. Whoever has the conch gets to speak," he said, moving his eyes from left to right and getting a small nod of approval from everyone. A boy raised his hand. "Yes? he averted his gaze to him. "So it's like assembly?" he asked. "Yes... But if you want to speak, you can as long as you're holding the conch," The boy said. The group nodded once again, and a few seconds of silence followed. "Can I get the conch?" a chubbier boy with round glasses asked. The dark-haired boy passed it over to him.