- Mar 20, 2014
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There was truly nothing that Jessica loved more than a beautiful day at the beach.
She had been surfing for several hours now, but that time just seemed to breeze by. She wasn't used to having so much time to surf, actually. Surfing was an activity done in secret--an act of rebellion. Her dad has never approved of it because time surfing was time she was not spending on dance practice, singing lessons, and acting classes.
Now she could do it whenever she wanted. It felt strange to not have to surf in small time increments before she would have to run home. But at the same time--it was freedom. Now here she was--she had her own surfboard, rather than borrowing from friends. It was one of the first things she had bought when she had ended up on Manta Carlos, because shopping therapy is a valid form of therapy, right? She knew exactly what she wanted the moment she saw it too--a hot pink and glittery longboard. It was hers.
After those several hours of surfing, she finally started to feel the burn in her arms. She paddled back up to the shore and decided to simply sit on her surfboard and watch the waves. She zipped her wetsuit down partially, exposing her flowery bikini top so that she could feel the wind against her skin. She pulled her ponytail out and let her wet hair fall over her shoulders.
She had been lucky enough to find an area of the shore with decent waves and not many people. Just her and the crashing of the waves.
Manta Carlos wasn't the Golden Coast, but it was pretty damn close.
She had been surfing for several hours now, but that time just seemed to breeze by. She wasn't used to having so much time to surf, actually. Surfing was an activity done in secret--an act of rebellion. Her dad has never approved of it because time surfing was time she was not spending on dance practice, singing lessons, and acting classes.
Now she could do it whenever she wanted. It felt strange to not have to surf in small time increments before she would have to run home. But at the same time--it was freedom. Now here she was--she had her own surfboard, rather than borrowing from friends. It was one of the first things she had bought when she had ended up on Manta Carlos, because shopping therapy is a valid form of therapy, right? She knew exactly what she wanted the moment she saw it too--a hot pink and glittery longboard. It was hers.
After those several hours of surfing, she finally started to feel the burn in her arms. She paddled back up to the shore and decided to simply sit on her surfboard and watch the waves. She zipped her wetsuit down partially, exposing her flowery bikini top so that she could feel the wind against her skin. She pulled her ponytail out and let her wet hair fall over her shoulders.
She had been lucky enough to find an area of the shore with decent waves and not many people. Just her and the crashing of the waves.
Manta Carlos wasn't the Golden Coast, but it was pretty damn close.