Matilda's POV
I'm in math class day dreaming about the ocean. It's been a week since I left Harrton Bay and my body feels deprived of the glorious ocean.
"Miss Ryan" my teachers snaps causing my mind to flicker back to the outstanding reality of bearings. Honesty I will never use this pointless information in my life.
"Yes" I say glancing up to meet his eyes.
"You answer for seven part A" He says angrily. I hate math, partly because of the teacher. We have the strictest teacher in the school, Mr Blackwood.
"Um...." I stall whilst searching my friends book looking for her answers "270 degrees true sir" I answer innocently.
"Very good" he says before moving on to picking on one of my poor class mates to answer the next question that I haven't completed.
*****
The day seemed to drag on forever and all I could think about was surfing. Finally the home bell went and I quickly rushed out of the class room and out of the school.
The bus trip went surprisingly quickly since I had a lot of great people on my bus. I always enjoyed the bus because of that reason.
I got home and went straight to my room and phoned Eliza. I missed her like crazy. Her parents sent her to a private school in one of the city's near by. I always wanted to go board at a private school like Eliza, but it was too expensive for my parents.
I was deep in a rant to Eliza about the stupid work I was forced to do in maths when my mum walked in.
"Just excuse me for a moment Eliza" I say, "yes mum?" I ask.
"This came in the mail for you" she says and hands me a letter.
"Uh, thanks" I smile and she leaves my room.
I open the letter as Eliza chats away to me. I skim over it trying to make sense of it all.
'Congratulations, Miss Matilda Ryan, you've won a female invitation for you state. You've been invited to spend the year at Bells Beach Surf Academy'
Bells Beach Surf Academy.
If sounds familiar.
"Hey Eliza, I've got to go I'll call you tomorrow" I say before hanging up.
I quickly sit at my desk, open my laptop and search Bells Academy.
'Six students, three boys and three girls are chosen each year to spend the year training for a spot on the surfing World Tour'
What! I've been invited to train for a spot on the World freaking Tour! I can't believe this.
'At the end of the year of training the six competitors will surf off leaving one boy and one girl winning a wild card to the World Tour.'
How does Bells Academy even know who I am? How on earth did I get this invitation?
Then it's sinks in. The closed comp, this was the prize.
*****
A week later and I'm put on the bus and off to Bells Beach Surf Academy. I'm still not entirely sure how my parents agreed to letting me go, but they did.
It was incredibly hard to say goodbye to everyone, knowing I won't see them for a year unless they come to see me. Bells Academy has strict rules about our social life, we are there to train.
I'm beyond excited, but I'm also freaking out. I was unable to eat this morning because I was so nervous.
*****
I take my seat near the front of the bus waving to my family and friends as the bus slowly begins to move.
