It was May 16, 2011 and 15 year old Allison Brighton waded out into the ocean with her surfboard. The sky was a deep blue, and there was a storm rolling in from the over the water. "Honey! Don't go out too deep! It's getting late, and I don't want you getting hurt."
"Whatever, Mom, I'll be fine! I have to go out now because the storm's coming and the waves are churned up. It's perfect." She grinned, gazed out over the ocean and took a deep breath. It filled her lungs with the lighter, cooler sea-breeze. Today was the day, she would catch the perfect wave, and Allison was determined to get back out and surf again. It was almost as if she heard the ocean calling for her.
"I'll be in and out before the storm hits" she thought to herself, "nothing bad will happen, nothing ever does".
She saw a wave coming towards her in the distance, so she mounted the board just like she'd done millions of times. Allison stood up just as the wave was upon her, but she underestimated the magnitude of the wave's power. Before she knew it, her whole body was submerged in the salt water. Waves crashed and her body was hurled around and around. Allison's knees slammed into the sharp shore. The front of her surfboard nosedived under the water and splintered into her head. The last thing she heard was the faint sound of her mother's voice yelling "Allison! Allison!" with terror coursing through her voice before everything went blank.
