Chapter 1

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I, Stevie, am being forced to go camping with my (boring) family over the summer. Sure, it doesn't sound that bad, but you don't know my family. They are the reason that I surf. They drive me insane, I have to surf so that i wont go crazy.. 

It's not bad enough that I have to spend the whole summer, every day, with them. The worst part is that we are only camping in the 'great' planes. That means no beaches. No waves. No surfing. 

This will probably be the worst summer of my life. 

~~~~~~~~~~a few weeks later~~~~~~~~~~

It's time for me to start packing... I'm not sure if a can go on this trip. I am guaranteed to hate this. I don't understand why I can't just stay at home. I'm seventeen. I can take care of myself for a summer!

I'm not a child. I cook, clean, know emergency numbers. My grandmother lives LITERALLY two streets away from me. I don't see why I can't just stay with her!

As I start packing I get my huge duffel bag. It is full of half used sticks of board wax. I pour all of it onto my bed, and stuff all of my bikinis into the bag. They take up more than half. I then add 3 pairs of jean shorts, a tee shirt, and 2 pull over jackets and some under-wears. I will wear my other clothes on the way there (a flannel shirt, tank top, sweat pants, and undergarments)

I might as well give it a shot. After all, if it's that bad I can just hitch-hike home.

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