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All around were the munches of people eating various foods. Stuffing their mouths as fast as they could with chips, sausages and all sort of junk food. It wasn't pretty; especially when there was ketchup involved. It was a messy business, ketchup. It's a sort of semi solid red gloop that just goes flying. Like that girl there; she takes a bite out of her ketchup slathered hotdog and, oh no, what happens? The ketchup ends up everywhere, on her clothes, on the floor and table around her and, worst of all, it gets all over her face. It looks terrible, like she transformed into some crazy monster who took it into their head to bite a bottle of fake blood and then roll around in it.

People are disgusting creatures really. It's in their nature to only do what involves their pleasure or safety. They never think of others and they are completely barbaric. What happened to table manners? What happened to the dignified classes of the seventeenth century? Have humans fallen so low? To become base creatures, rolling around in their own filth and wallowing in a mixture or greed, selfishness and self-centred desire. That is the true nature of humans. You see them running in public, along with their little lives, earning money, sucking up to people and trying to leave a good impression so that they can later relax and show their real self on what they call holidays. Their excuse to rampage somewhere else where no-one knows them. I wouldn't think humans so bad if lazing around and eating and all that was all they did, but the fact that they try to cover it up and 'work' and put on a dignified appearance to others is what destroys any merit. Their two-facedness ruins all that could be considered good.

They do appear to be caring towards others of their species but-
'Oh shut up, Shelley; you're such a pompous prat. It's not like you're much better than your 'disgusting' humans, you hypocrite. I remember you used to like them until you got rejected by that guy yesterday. Just because he didn't fancy you and called you gross doesn't mean you have to go and slag off the rest of them. I think people are nice and even if they might not aesthetically pleasing, so what? We're all different. I'm completely different to you but you still talk to me.' Not that you've been doing that lately since that guy rejected you. 'I mean, look at them. Look at that mother nursing her child, look at that kid helping his little sister build a sandcastle. Isn't that kind and loving? It's nothing at all like your description of people. I don't see anything two-faced about them. And I'm sick and tired of your whining, talk about something else already, would you?' Perhaps I shouldn't have gone that far. Shelley's looking kinda upset…
'How could you?! You're so meeeeaaan. That's such a horrible thing to say to me! I'm pouring out my heart to you and you tell me to shut up?!'
'Well you've been pouring your heart out to me for six hours already. I'm tired of hearing you repeat the same thing over and over again; it's driving me insane. Look, I'm sorry you got rejected and I really feel for you, but my head feels like it's about to explode so please stop.' I give up being nice. 'And personally, shouldn't you be grateful that he rejected you? If he had picked you, you would have died for sure.'
'It doesn't matter, I only want to be loved! It's just that-' but before Shelley could even finish her sentence, she was picked up and thrown into a pot of boiling water, along with the rest of the shellfish. Well I guess she got her wish, as morbid as it may have been. Someone's going to find her absolutely delicious.

What really happened the day before…

It's a glorious day with bright sunshine and a blue sky with tiny wispy clouds. It's the perfect day for hanging out at the beach and tanning and whatever else it is people do at the beach. This particular beach was host to many couples having their little romantic get-aways. It was also host to a large amount of shops, cafés and restaurants taking advantage of such customers.

In one of the beach hut café, a couple walk in, being the normal obvious couple. They're snuggling and hugging each other and the guy practically has his hand down the back of his girlfriend's shorts, much to the distaste of the majority of the other customers who didn't really respect such blasé behaviour. A waitress handed them a lunch menu and a rather unusually large time was spent deliberating between getting fried fish with potatoes and salsa sauce and the cold platter. However, despite spending well over twenty minutes affectionately arguing over the two, neither was chosen and they went to look at the fish counter. Shelley and various other shellfish were sitting in a pile on the ice, Shelley in pride of place at the top. Much to the shock of the owners of the café and especially to Shelley, the fine display of seafood was immediately rejected by the woman exclaiming 'Ewwww that looks disgusting. There's no way I'm eating that rubbish! It's all… gooey and squishy. Gross!' It was this event which scarred Shelley into detesting all of humanity. Particularly when she heard that she had been rejected in favour of a tuna and sweet corn sandwich and a salad, followed by a banana split sundae to share.

However odd and indecisive this couple may have been and however unintentional it was of them to cause such pain to an individual, they still hurt an innocent soul who never did anything wrong. The poor shellfish who only wanted to be thought delicious was rejected to live her last moments in misery. Then again, it's only a shellfish so, who cares?