Chloe

Prologue

I'm Chloe. This is the story of my life. But you need to know it from the beginning. It all started in ninth grade. Let me set the mood for you. It's the year 2011. It all started in Huntington Beach, California.

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"Chloe! What did you do with my phone?"

"I didn't touch it! News flash, I have my own!"

Stephanie whipped my bedroom door open. "Well if you don't have it then where is it?" she said, sounding really mad. I took out my iPhone and called her phone. I could hear ringing in her room. She ran out and returned a few seconds later.

"Under my pillow," she grumbled.

I laughed, "I knew it. Next time, don't blow up at me."

Stephanie left my room. I really didn't like her. She was very popular at school, so everyone expected me to be just like her. That wasn't what I wanted, though. I wanted to be known as Chloe Brooks, not Stephanie Brooks' sister. I wanted to just be myself, not live in someone's shadows. The only person that understood that was Kaylee Fixton, a surf friend of mine who lived just down the street.

I went over to my desk and turned on my laptop. I went to the Huntington Beach blog to see what people from school were posting.

One post read: ‘Just bought some ice cream at Ralphs. #sogood.’

Another read: ‘Who's coming to the beach tomorrow? The surfing conditions are gonna be epic!’

That sounded like fun. I was definitely going. I shut my laptop and ran out to the garage to see my prized possession.

My surfboard, it was hot pink-red with orange detail with white birds. I loved it. I couldn't wait to get in the water the next day.