The water was pretty choppy today. But knowing me I thought i could still ride a couple. I start to paddle out, couple feet away from the warning booie, where the waves first start to rise. I couldn't feel any waves let alone a little lift. I decide too just paddle back to shore. "Maybe I will catch some curls tomorrow" I think to myself. I've always wanted to ride a maverick but could never catch one, I always ended up with a mouth full of salt water, but something told me that this was the summer.
I'm paddling in since I'm obviously not catching any waves. Then I feel my board rise underneath me. I felt it. I paddle as hard as I could and as fast as I could , I grab the sides of my board for stability to stand. I'm doing it ! I'm in a barrel! Riding a maverick!!!! I can see the barrel closing ahead of me and the last thing I want is to be stuck in the mess with a brutal wipe out. I lean forward hoping to speed up. Bad choice. The nose of my board hit something and I was gone. I felt my board slip out form underneith me and I can feel the cord getting tighter around my ankle. It was stuck I couldn't swim up to the surface. I open my eyes and see that it's stuck on a reef. Then the salt gets to me and my eyes burn! I detach the cord and start to swim I'm above water now sitting on top of the reef to see how far out I am. Closer than I thought I was. I can see pretty clear to the shore. That's when I saw him. Beautiful tan. His hair shinning in the sunshine and as he runs his fingers through it I can see some sand fall. For those few seconds it was oblivion. Next thing you know it was black.
I woke up on the beach. 2 or three people around me. I flipped ! I didn't know what was going on! Then I saw the same guy before it went black, leaning over me. "Are you alright! You wiped out pretty rough out there" he says to me " nah I'm good just a minor wipe out" I say back with a chuckle. "Don't think your board would agree with you on that one" he says pointing to what was my surfboard. Cracked straight down the middle. I stand up and stable myself and glance around. After I said I was ok people went back to there life's. But the boy with sandy hair didn't. He stuck around.
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The Boy With Sandy Hair
FanfictionAmai is born and raised in beautiful Hawaii. Although she is not full Hawaiin, and doesn't show much features of it. This is the summer she had a feeling to surf a maverick. That's all her mind was determined to. Until she saw the boy with sand in h...