Surfing for Love

Chapter 3

The bright sun shone through the blinds and awoke me in the morning.

"God it's bright," I fiddled with the blinds, and finally relized there was nothing I could do to fix them. I glanced at the clock.

"Nine o'clock? This will get old fast." I said to myself. I opened the door and walked into the livingrokm, my Dad sitting on the couch with his coffee.

"Hey, Arielle!" He said cheerfully. I scuffed past him and went into the kitchen. He followed. I truned on the coffee maker.

"You drink coffee?" He asked, surprised. I just glared at him.

"Okay, I get it. You're sixteen." Hr chuckled a little. I remained silent.

"So how about we go to the beach today? You me and Sage? Sound like a plan?" He proposed.

"No. It doesn't. I'll be at th beach training. I have no time for your little wave jumping antics. I can't be distracted." I told him, taking the warm mug out of the coffee maker, and wincing a bit at the pain.

"That's the most I've heard from you yet...jeez, you must be really serious about surfing," He scratched his head and took a sip of his coffee.

"You don't understa-" I stopped myself. Because I knew he did understand. He smiled.

"Arielle, you'd be surprised...I could teach and help you. Just say the word," He said

"I don't think I'll be needing that help." I drank my coffee and walked into the living room, Dad on my heals.

"Alright. Suit yourself," He said, shrugged.

"Morning!" Sage appeared wearing her Spongebob pajamas, a smile on her face.

"Hey," I said flatly.

"Good morning, Sage! Are you ready for some breakfast?" Dad asked. She nodded.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"Coffeeeee!" She exclaimed.

"Sorry Sage-ster, not today." Dad told her. She smiled, showing her lost front tooth.

"When?" She nagged.

"Maybe when you're sixteen," He suggested and she rolle her eyes.

"Then I guess I'll go with cereal," She whinned. I set down my mug and went to go get ready for training. I put on my black bikini and my torquise rip-curl swim shirt over it. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked...native. Like a hawaii native. Which wasn't weird because I was hawaiin. My dark-carmel skin and dark wavy hair showed it. But I had my Mom's light Blue eyes. I guess I was unsual, but I didn't care about how I looked. Some masqara and I was good to go for the day. I grabbed my orange board and headed out the door.

"Good luck!" Dad called, and I couldn't help but smile.