Thunder rang across the beach as the wave collided with the sand. The congregation of people struggled to find the perfect spot to watch the contestants with their binoculars in hand. At the bottom of the beach stood surfers with boards in their arms.
The excitement and anxiety rebounded from every person. After struggling to put on my wetsuit, I rushed towards the water, my round was about to be called. My stomach filled as my heart had dropped. I left my board at home. I felt wet, yet it was only the sweat as I was inhaling too much oxygen.
"Hey Nina, are you alright?" I turned to see Mara as she extended her arm in comfort, but it was too late to reply, I fumbled to my legs. I explained my situation.
"Here borrow my board," Mara yelled as the crowd cheered for the surfer on the water. "Just make sure it's waxed." I fell to my knees on the hot, rough sand. I scrubbed the board too fast, my arms were barely visible.
"Round two: Nina Waters!" My body shook like it had been zapped by lighting. Everyone had their heads turned to one direction. Me. What felt like a second must have been a minute because the crowd was pushing me towards the water.
I haven't finished waxing my board, I yelled silently. My nerves had stopped my vocal cords from working, only I could hear me screaming.
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