The youth followed the girls tracks, but eventually less and less sand covered the edges of the road. Her tracks began to fade and then disappeared entirely, he didn't know what to do, he could no longer follow and she wasn't anywhere in sight. Still he didn't give up in his search for her, for the next several days he spent every minute desperately searching the surrounding beaches in the area in an attempt to find her. He hoped earnestly to see that blood red board or to catch a glimpse of her cool gray eyes as he checked everyone he came across.
After a week had past he was on the verge of giving up on his fruitless search, when it occurred to him maybe, just maybe she would come back to his beach. Holding on to this slim ray of foolish hope he raced his car back to his beach hoping desperately that she would come back. Another week passed in which the youth visited that beach everyday for as long as he possibly could, but as the seventh day was coming to an end his small hopes had completely faded. He realized that he had always known that she wouldn't come back. She was a surfer and she had said she would leave because this was his beach, though he would never think of it that way again, it would always be their beach to him.
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Great! Your ending really focuses on the honour surrounding the surfing code. Also, nice that the surfer boy is able to be less selfish by the end.
ReplyDeleteSad he never got the girl but I like the way you keep with the surfer side, not many people did that. Surfing is like a religion sometimes and I like the way it is "their beach" and that she would never come back because she thought is was "his beach". I really shows the commitment surfers have to their beaches and the ocean and it really works with the rest of "At Seventeen".
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