Teen Island

Carson's POV

I stood up on my Dad's hand-made surf board and balanced myself carefully, not letting the power of the wave wipe me out. This was my chance, my moment, to impress the Teen Island judges, to start a career as a pro surfer. To study and live on Teen Island, the newest island west off the coast of the Caribbean, where I live. See this is how I found out about Teen Island and tell you what it is.

I was sitting in my 8th period at my school when the bell rang, everyone ran out to their buses when I saw a poster on the school billboard a red and blue background surrounded a silhouette of a surfer mute grabbing in the air. It read

Teen Island, the newest island founded just for water sports, and activities for teens to train and study to become a professional. Must sign in on this sheet and the Island judges will come and inspect your talent and your skill.

I couldn't help myself, the idea of being a pro surfer just made me want to shout with joy.

I signed up

Carson Max, 14, female this was like signing a sheet to make all your dreams come true

All I could do was wait and wait for weeks then they came and that was what led to this moment. I had to be perfect in this surf. I stood up and barreled myself into the tube of the wave coming out and snapping the wave, then wiped out.

I could see the faces of the judges, they didn't look like they were impressed. But I couldn't let that from stopping me, I still smiled because I loved just the pure stoke of surfing, how when you go through a tube, how the misty salt water sprayed across your face, to me it was the salty taste of home, not a house home, but the Caribbean sea, home. The feeling of flying on the water, priceless, and the hours of training just for this only 3 min. Surfing was something that I couldn't live without.

I paddled back to shore and the judges got up and left without a word, they were like zombies. "How did they like me?" I asked Mom "I don't know you saw then too right?" said Mom her warm brown eyes and caring nature made me feel like God blessed me with the most perfect mother in the world. Dad was here to and had been studying my form on the waves and I was certain he was going to give me some feedback like "You should have snapped that wave more faster" or "your barraling, is to slow you have to speed it up Carson". My golden blonde hair was soaked and slicked backwards behind my head. I never ever since 8 years old got my hair done. I either did myself but never got it done it would just get wet.

I really just lived in swimsuits and long shirts, I never ever really put on dressy clothes not even to go to my school dance. Wanna know what I wore? A pink shirt with brown shorts and I basically just sat down and watched. <y life was centered around surfing and the ocean. But the rock foundation of my life was God. My role model was Bethany Hamilton, the girl that got her arm bitten off by a 14 foot tiger shark in 2004. I read her book and learned that is you have God, your life is basically gonna get 100% easy.

"They said that they would call you Carse" said Dad "Let's go get some pizza for dinner" said Dad "to celebrate" he said. "Sam, you know that's unhealthy for her!" said my Mom to my father he went over and grabbed mom in his arms twirling her around, they were both laughing.

Then I saw Sydney my little sister playing with her best friend Jake in the sand.Today was a great day

"Lord please let me get this grant please" I prayed and we left the beach together running and laughing. I loved my life and family.

It was in the morning when I went to surf, when I had just got into a great tube, when I saw it a pack of jellyfish floating in the tube with me one caught the wrist of my arm when I reached down into the water to turn out of the tube. It left a nasty red-violet whip across my wrist it stung a lot but I kept surfing.

I got out of the water putting on some jean Capri's witha long t-shirt I really don't wear shoes but I brought some old flip-flops with me and headed for Grand Cayman High School about a block from Seven Mile Beach. Everyone at my school is pretty much a surfer or a swimmer. Mostly  surfers and there was the popular and handsome Carter Meren, he was tall with sandy blondehair with a tan from surfing almost like everyday, his hair was wet I could tell he had been surfing today. "How was the waves this morning?" he said in his mildly deep voice "they were, a little difficult but I caught them pretty good" I said looking down and trying to hide my wounded wrist. Carter saw what I was trying to hide. "Let me see it" he said grabbing my arm gently and examining the sore wrist.

I whimperd it stung when he touched it then I feel sparks through us, when he touched my hand and I felt like nothing in the world mattered.

"Ummm, im going to be late for homeroom" I said snatching my wrist out of his and running down the hallway, I could feel a smile from Carter as I ran off embarrassed. It felt like hours through just 45 minutes of my homeroom teachers class. Learning about the Caribbean history wasn't that fun, I mean I was born here but not really from here.

My parents were from Gold Coast, Australia, the most best place to surf. The warm breeze of the water and the cool breeze of wind from the clear, crystal ocean. Australia wasn't really my home and Grand Cayman Island seemed like a surf paradise after the surf stories from my Mom and Dad. Stories like the time a shark came out of the barrelwith my Dad about five inches from bitting his leg off. And how sometimes, rain completely changed Mom's plans of surfing some days.

But, the Caribbeanand the Caribbean Islands were my home, but I looked nothing like the natives withtheir fuzzy, brown dreadlocks or misty blue eyes with a tan skin. I was a blonde, with green eyes and a little bit of brown in my blonde, flowing hair from swimming in bleached chlorine water in pools before I could surf when I was a tiny kid. So I guess I could say

1. The water was my home and

2. Grand Cayman Island, Caribbean was my second home and

3. Australia was kinda my home

But you know what they say "home is where the heart is" and my heart lies with the wavy, crystal clear waters of Grand Cayman Island.

 I guess you could say the ocean stole my heart, Im addicted to it, the way a acholic is addicted to achole

I got up out of class and started down the hallway when my phone buzzed with a text message.

Carson Max, you have been the few chosen teens to be accepted to Teen Island, you will be trained and taught and be able to study

SURFING thank you Teen Island Board.

I jumped

I screamed

I thanked God with all of my heart

I cried

And did alot of more embarrassing stuff, but I didn't care I was going to be doing something that I wanted to do since I was 5 and well, pretty musch my whole life, It was my passion my way of how I interurrpeted life, how I explained life, when people asked me "what do you do when life knocks you down Carson?" and I would say "Life, is going to wipe you out, but get right bac on the board of life"

I was going to be doing something that I loved, for my life, my career, Surfing

Hey guys, this is Taylor, and I wanted to say that homework is like, piliing on my back and I have tons, so don't expect alot of chapters in awhile, oh and thanks for Reading!!!