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.

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1. The surfer

Evelyns POV

I came up from the water with the taste of salt on my lips. The sky was clear with only a few clouds and the sun just barley coming up over the mountains. I sat on my board and felt the light from the sun warm my skin slowly. The orange and yellow rays tingled my eyelids and blinded my sight. I waited until the sun was completely untouched and then started paddling back to shore. My arms in constant motion pushing against the water. I got out and carried my board and started to walk to my old red 74' mustang. As I felt the sand through my toes, a group of boys were just barley getting out of their cars.

"Hey Evy!" one yelled. I looked over

"Oh hey John." I said waving.

"How are the waves?" he asked pulling his board off the top of his SUV.

"Stay to the west." I replied. "the east is too choppy" His friends started laughing. I glared over at them.

"What." I said plainly.

"Like you know anything about surfing." one said. Mike hit his arm.

"Dude. She won regionals. She is going to nationals." he said rolling his eyes. They all stopped laughing and looked terribly awkward.

"haters gonna hate." I said shrugging and turned and kept walking. I strapped my board on top and hopped in. Chris Brown blasted through my rolled down windows. I looked over at the boys, still in awe. I pulled on my aviators and just smiled.

I got to my condo and took the elevator up to my room. I rubbed my neck as I went up. Sometimes I forgot how sore surfing made me. At the same time, I had to admit that I loved it.  I came in and plopped on the couch. My pink and blue striped bikini was still damp and I could tell it was wetting my couch. I stood up and went into the shower. I laughed at the boys back at the beach. People always underestimated me because I was a girl. They would totally judge me before they got to know me. And then if they did, then they would criticize me for being so committed to surfing. I loved surfing though, and I wasn't going to let people aimless words hurt my desire to win. I didn't have a lot of friends. Rachel and Tami were the closest girls I had, even though I mostly saw them at competitions. We still hung out and stuff, but sometimes they seemed to care more about clubbing and flirting then surfing, which bugged me. I didn't have any family near by since my brother moved to New York to run track at Columbia and my parents moved to Florida. They all would come visit every once in a while, but I missed them a ton and wished I lived closer. but I loved California and I didn't want to leave. I felt like I was connected to the ocean in a way that I couldn't explain. I got out and put some product in my naturally beachy carmel waves and added some mascara. I pulled on some mint skinny jeans, a coral 3 quarter length button up blouse, and some white sperrys. I grabbed my bag and was off to Tami's house.

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