"I need anesthetic now!" the doctor yelled before his eyes flickered back to Misty's ocean ones.
"Y...you..." Misty panted, fighting hard to breathe.
"Hey there beautiful." the doctor smirked for a second before Misty lost consciousness.
Misty Wil...
Misty grinned at the gorgeous sunrise from her window. It was perfect to go out surfing.
Absolutely perfect.
She raced to her bathroom and changed into her night sesh long-sleeve swimsuit. Something she bought in Santa Cruz when she visited during Spring Break with her friends.
Checking her body figure Misty had to admit she loved her body figure. However, her pride was her legs. She was super proud of her long, fit, and softly sun-kissed tan legs. They were to die for.
She grabbed the hairband and lifted her ginger hair. She nodded at herself in the mirror; ponytail it was.
After packing up a small backpack with towels, sunscreen, extra clothes, and her surfboard; Misty quietly walked down the hallway. Careful to not wake up her sister and Malia
Once she was down the stairs she zoomed to the kitchen and packed some water. In a blink of an eye she was out her house and starting the family's jeep car.
Putting on her shades she smirked at herself.
Hawaii Misty had returned.
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"What the hell do you mean there's no parking today?!" Misty argued with the beach staff.
The staff looked at her sadly. "Sorry ma'am but who forgets that today is The Vans World Cup of Surfing? Oh, you're a tourist huh."
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Mity's face heats up at that comment.
"Oh in that case ma'am. I suggest coming back another day. Where are you from?"
Misty glares at the man from behind her shades.
"Mahalo." Misty hisses before driving off.
How dare he?! A tourist?!
Misty cursed at herself for forgetting to check the date. She drove 39 miles to her favorite beach just so she could be kicked out?!
No way. Her day was not going to be ruined.
As she cruised down the road Misty felt her soul leave her body. There...just a few yards away was an open parking space. Misty did not hesitate to step on the pedal and mark that space as her own.
However, as she almost claimed it another car got in the way. Misty clench her teeth with anger as the tiny old yellow beetle car made itself comfortable in the parking space.
Th driver's window began to go down and smiling at Misty was a young forty-year-old woman with auburn hair color. She had the biggest smile on her face as she waved at Misty.
"Oh dear! I am so sorry! I didn't see you there. Oh I'm getting old. Do you want this spot? It's just I'm late meeting up with my baby boy. He's one of men competing today."
