Into the Blue

Evelyn is a surfer who lives in the sunny state of California. As she is preparing for nationals, she puts all of her heart, mind and soul into focusing on trying to win and get sponsored, but hits a small bump in the road. On top of that, when teaching surf lessons she meets some boys that only complicate things a little more. Life isn't meant to be perfect and she knows she will soon have to make a choice. Be with the boy that has transformed her life forever, or stick with surfing, the thing that has made her who she is.


4. Interview

I drove to Chabans. My fingers taped impatiently on the wheel. I was so nervous. Not like the excited nervous where you are standing in a line for a roller coaster, like the nervous of I'm going to throw up and die. Even if that sounds exaggerated. I had never had a real job. I had been teaching lessons since I was 13 and that had always been my source of income. Our surfing lessons were not cheap. We were known for teaching tons of celebrities and famous people. But they liked us because we wouldn't freak out, and by the end of the three weeks, they were moderately good surfers.I was pretty surprised when Mark hadn't said anything about them being famous. It was pretty rare when we got normal people. But I liked the change.

I drove to the farthest spot from the restaurant that I could find. I stared at my nails for what seemed like forever. My pointer nail was chipped and it was bugging me. I walked slowly through the parking lot and kept staring at my feet. Every step felt like my feet were pulling huge dumbbells that weighed my feet down. I didn't know what was the matter with me! I found my self hyperventilating slightly. I stopped and closed my eyes. 'You can do this Evelyn. Its just an interview. You ride 15 ft swells on a regular basis!' I thought. 'Think of mom and dad. Think of everything they have done for you.' I opened and smiled. I was going to be okay. I walked into Chabans with my head held high.

I held my resume to the side and walked to the back of the restaurant. I saw two girls standing next to the computer and menus. As I got closer I saw the millions of orders that they had listed on the screen.

"Hi!" I said. The both turned around with one raised eyebrow. I waited for them to say something but they didn't. "I'm Evelyn. I am here for an interview?" I said raising my shoulders. "Kay." one said.

"I was hoping you could tell me where to go?" I asked.

"Its just down the hall. Not that hard." one said pointing left.

"Okay. Thanks."

"Whatever." As I walked away one of the muttered 'idiot' under their breath. I clenched my fists but kept walking. I saw the door that said 'manager' and knocked. "Come in." I heard. I opened the door.

"Hi I'm Evelyn and I'm here for the-"

"Interview." he finished. He smiled and stood up and put out his hand. "Hi I'm Rick Petsen and I am the manager here."

I shook his hand. His blond spiked hair had a slightly glossy look, green eyes, and was wearing a grey v-neck. I could tell he was built by the way his shirt pulled at his arms.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes?" he said pausing then tapping his 'manager' name tag smiling.

"You're too young!" I said sitting down.

"I'm actually 26."

"Well I hope I age that slow." I said widening my eyes as he laughed.

"So if your the manager, why did you hire such bad employees?" I asked.

His face was slightly confused, but then I saw relief flood his face. "You must have met Yasmin and Rita."

"The two wonderful girls at the counter?" I asked.

"They can be rude, but are totally different with the customers!" he said shrugging.

"Anyways" I said handing him my resume. "My name is Evelyn Morgan, I am eighteen, I have a job right now. I teach surf lessons, but I am just looking for another job. I am a very hard worker, love being around people, and am super friendly!" I said.

"Surf lessons you say?" he asked.


"How long have you surfed?" he asked.

"Since I was 6 Mr. Petsen-"

"You can call me Rick" he said cutting me off.

"Okay." I hesitated. "Rick."

We sat in awkward silence for a minute, him glancing occasionally at my resume, but it didn't seem like he was reading much. Then he would just look at me and smile.


"What?" I asked, completely caught off guard. He couldn't be serious.

"You have the job."

"Really??" I asked shocked. He hadn't even looked at my resume.

"Yes! You start tomorrow at 11-"

"Oh I'm Sorry but I will have to work in the afternoon. I have lessons in the morning."

"No worries." he said. "How about 4 to close? Usually your shift will be 1 to 8 but for training I would like that time if that is ok?"

"Yeah that is great." I said standing up. "thank you so much! " I said as he shook my hand.

"You welcome." he said handing me his card.

"Wear denim shorts, and white shirt, and any color of toms!"

"Okay!" I said cheerfully walking to the door.

"Oh and Evelyn? If you ever have an opening, I would love to learn to surf." he said winking.

My mouth slightly opened. "Ah okay. bye." I walked out. I was so excited for the job. I couldn't wait to get started. But I was slightly worried about my manager... Rick. It seemed like he cared more about me and my surfing than my work experience and I didn't like that he had winked at me. I mean don't get me wrong he was attractive and seemed nice, but come on. He is going to be my manager, and that would be weird. Way weird.

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