Surf's Up?

California Bred

 Ellis' POV

            My alarm clock beeped several times before I slapped it and it fell to the ground. I groaned and

sat up. Rubbing my eyes, I looked across my room and stared at my reflection in my floor length mirror.

My wavy blond hair stuck in 20 different directions and I laughed. I got up and threw on high-waisted

jean shorts and a flowy gray tank top. I brushed my hair and let it fall down. I wiped on mascara and

eyeliner and then pulled my hair into a messy French braid. My natural caramel highlights stood out

from the days in the hot summer sun. I grabbed a banana, said goodbye to my dad and went outside. I

felt like school was interrupting my summer, even though we were three weeks into already. My senior

year was going great, besides the fact that I hadn’t gotten out of summer mode.

          I climbed into my jeep and headed off to school. On the way, I rolled down my window and the

hot Californian air rushed into the car. I smiled as I looked at the waves rolling onto the beach. Good

day for surfing.

           When I got to school, I was greeted by my car door opening on its own. Surprised, I looked up

and then smiled at my view. “Hey handsome” I got out and planted a kiss on my gentleman’s lips. “Hi

Ellis.” He winked at me and grabbed my backpack. I stared for a second and took in his good looks. His

sandy blond hair, tan skin and blue eyes showed the citizenship of California. “So Ellis, what class are

you starting with today?” I rolled my eyes. “Shop.” He laughed. It was a known fact that Mr. Seth hates

me; Hill always said it was because I was amazing at creating things. That statement always made me

laugh, although I do enjoy working with wood. He waved goodbye to me and I saluted. He laughed and

walked off, leaving me to head off to Shop. I grabbed my stuff and bumped into someone. They

squeezed me tightly and squealed. I giggled, oh Reese. Reese, my best friend since birth, came into

view. “OMG El! Hank Morris just winked at me in the hallway!” I gave her a sarcastic grin and she

pretended to blink tears out of her eyes. “It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” We linked arms

and continued walking.

            Reese’s hazelnut brown hair was half up half down and a red bandana pulled it back. Her white

blouse was tucked into a floral skirt and her wedges were very 70s-like. She chatted aimlessly and we

entered Mr. Seth’s classroom, who glared at us when we walked in. Reese made a face when he

looked away and I stifled a laugh. I got a text from Hill and I started to text back before I heard a throat

clear. I looked up and Mr. Seth was glaring down at me. He put his hand out and looked pointedly at my