by Morgan Landry 7/4/2015, 9:06 am
Suddenly, water rolled up into a wave, flowing towards her. By Apollo, it's a pipe! Arian didn't lose a second and faced the shore with her board, paddling. Just as her surfboard was getting picked up by the wave, she stood up on it, knees bent and feet apart and leaned to the side, turning. Her board obeyed the commands of her legs and she glided up the curve of the wave, a streak of white foam forming behind her as she snaked across the glittering water. Cold droplets sprinkled her olive skin while she turned and slid across the wave, just having fun -- it felt like flying. She was seemingly weightless. The muscles of her thighs tensed to make the board turn and obey her while the wave curved above her head, edged with foam. The sky blurred into water, and she knew she had a couple of moments left. But she wanted to make it last longer, stretch out the amazing feeling, her fingertips brushing the wave as she raced forward. She wanted to suspend time, she wanted to stay in this incredible euphoric moment...
Then the wave started bending more around her, about to crash down, and she had no time left: she cut through the water, gliding effortlessly but with enough speed to jump over the top of the wave at the end, grabbing the edge of her board while spinning around once completely through the air, then diving into the sea.
A column of fresh white bubbles engulfed her, her hair floating upwards; Arian stayed like this for a couple of moments, simply enjoying the feeling of being in the ocean, then gave two hard strokes and broke the surface, trying to spot her board. She felt that familiar mix of euphoria, disbelief and craving: euphoria because of the wave she just rode, disbelief at how great it was, and craving for more, always more. Arian was addicted, pretty much.
Just at that moment, she heard a voice calling, "You're welcome!" somewhere to her right and turned her head. A guy was there, roughly her age, with tan skin and dark hair. She managed to make out his features and recognized him as one of the kids of the Minor Water Gods cabin (being popular, she made it her job to know who everyone at Camp is, and she remembered this guy having dated one of her popular friends last year).
"That was you?" she asked, a large smile on her face. Her blue-green eyes were sparkling. "Thank you so much, that was amazing!" The Italian girl managed to grab her board and swam over to the boy, her soaked brown hair glistening with water.