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(6/3/03 12:34 am) Reply
Ray of Sun
I'm going to try this one here. (I'm so affraid of A&F). This is a script. Yep, a movie one.
TO DOMINIC TO PERFORM IT So whenever you read "Ray" is Dom, right? ok
TITLE: Ray of Sun AUTHOR: me... whom else???... Saura, right DISCLAMER: Own every role in here. They are mine-mine-mine. If Dom is interesting in perform Ray, is ok meanwhile I'm Sun... no, is ok with me WARNINGS: Of all kinds. Swearing words to start. And too many mistakes all of us can made in a lifetime. RANTING: PG to start. Goes worst each chapter goes by. But not for any slash matter, don't worry. This is *NOT* slash!. THANKS: REEF NEWQUAY Surfing School web-site, from where I took all the surfing information about how to learn, and how much it cost. Lj (from A&F) for giving me all kind of stuff about Newquay, and live in England. To Vadas and Drogo for being this beautiful (both of them) and liked the first chapter, and encourage me this much.
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(6/3/03 12:35 am) Reply
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Author’s note: I’ve never been on England (to start) and less on Manchester. Obviously never seen Newquay but on net pictures. Just visited “Reef Newquay Surfing School” website, which means I don’t have any idea of how it looks like (they don’t have pics). But for all the information they have gave me to make this story close to reality, the Surfing School Sun goes to deserved to have its name. And I bet my left hand, I haven’t point a thing on the right place to describe the real “Reef Newquay Surfing School”. Nor it was my intention. So sorry!.
Ah! before I forget. My english sucks... have I ever tell it??. Please take into account I'm not a native, and that poor Vadas must be really tired of me.... So give me a chance. Thanks.
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(6/3/03 12:37 am) Reply
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I.
Manchester, England. Nowadays.
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In this life, we all learn to Live, learn the worthy things, in the same way: probe and error. Mistaken. There’s always a dad or a mom, an old relative, that are there for protecting you. And seems like they will always be there to stop you and your youth stupidities, trying to fill up your mind with their valuable experiences…
But there’s always a time in our lives when no matter how much the olds try to protect us from mistaken. Because as hard as they may try, as bigger are the mistakes we are going to make.
Your mind needs your own experiences to know what is valuable and what is not. You brain needs its own mistakes to learn how to live. Your heart needs to suffer for building up the wall to protect itself, made of your own actions bricks…
For all of us in our life, it always comes a time for doing all that. When all you do is right. When you don’t need to bother with consequences because you simply can’t see them.
A time when all the fun is on the dangerous things. A time when anything can happen. When you are God. And they, your parents, the old people… just cowards. Anyway, when that time comes, the olds are never near. Life takes good care they are not… And you too.
There are two ways of learning the important lessons of living in such a time. One is probing and mistaking on things one by one. Failing your subjects because is warm outside and you didn’t even went to class for days. Going skiing and breaking a leg. Flying to a foreign country, wasting all your money on the best parties of the place, and then call your dads to send you money for flying back. Starting smoking. Catching the Mother of all drunkenness. Maybe be jailed for a wild fun too. Tasting drugs, why not... Dating the most dangerous person or with the worst reputation of your city. Making love to who seemed your twin soul, just to discover you didn’t even liked that person… Marring to the wrong person and then get divorced… One by one.
There’s also other way. My way.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Sun, Sun Vide actually. I’m twenty three. And my way of learning living was also probing and mistaking… but making all at once.
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(6/3/03 12:37 am) Reply
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Sun is sat on the floor of the kitchen. Somewhere between the little dinner table and the cupboards of the left side with the fridge on the opposite wall in front of her. Her back is resting on one of the down cupboards’ door. One of her legs is curled up to her chest, her knee holding her elbow, her hand holding her head. Her other leg is making a line with the cold floor, completely extended. Her other hand is stroking her lap because it’s hurting her like a hell for hiccupping uncontrollably. Her face is red, broken and damaged. The cut on her front is starting to blood a little again, but she hasn’t even notice it. Her eyes are also red and they are aching due to the long time she’s been like this.
The deep silence the house is submerged in is only broken by a single sound. The deep, broken, unstoppable, lament cry of Sun.
She don’t remember how many time she’d been sat on the floor crying. But it can be for hours now. Nothing had disturb her in all that time. Nobody had been there for holding her, for caring for her, just for seeing her sat there and crying. Nobody… Not anymore. The house that once was so little now seems enormous. The same house in where there was a time were it was impossible to speak normally, now is completely silent. Empty but for the sound of her own crying.
And that loneliness is breaking her.
Because though now the house is as empty as her soul, it still conserves the images of who lived there not so much time ago. It still conserves his essence, his scent. His things. As disorganized, as he had always let them...
And all that it’s killing her.
She is rather more tired than sad. The long time crying, the long hours stand up, not sleeping normally, all the facts in the past few days, have tired her to death. All she needs is to rest. To sleep. That’s all she needs.
Just maybe when she wake up she would be on her bed, hidden under her soft covers, with his warmness at her side, so that she would discover all this have been a nightmare.
Maybe then, when she wakes up, she would be able to discover that all her live have been just that. The worst of the nightmares a person can have.
But there’s a part of her sleepy brain that is still awake and conscious. And that part knows that it was not a nightmare. Everything is real. All the damage, all the hurt, all what happened and her tears… everything. And is screaming the truth to her.
She can’t stands more of the reality. She needs to sleep. Maybe for ever. Yes... Sleeping for ever sounds good now. So she makes her body slide to one side, making her frame to rest on the coldness of the floor, one arm like pillow. She covers her face with the back of her hand and sighs with her broken breath on it. Dark tresses of hair fall over her face, watering on her tears.
She’s been crying almost on screams. And now her throat is hurting so much she feels the pain even on trying to breath.
The kitchen window isn’t covered by any curtain. And she closed her wooden eyes to a single ray of sun that is entering through it, shining on her, dancing over her face.
While she is falling sleep, her face warming by the heat of that ray, the images of her live, images of him, come to her mind to torture her. And she surprises herself smiling sadly in the middle of her crying.
But finally the tiredness is stronger than her, and she falls asleep while she still goes on crying. And she dreams about her live. She dreams about him.
In her dreams, Ray is always so damn beautiful…
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(6/3/03 12:38 am) Reply
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II.
Newquay (Cornwall). England. Five years before.
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You never know when the time to start to go your own way, to dictate your own norms, should begin. It happens suddenly. Maybe with the thing that you always have thought you’d never get. Exactly with that kind of thing you thought you must do without they, the olds, realise you’re doing it or they’d kill you.
But it happens. It always comes for all of us. The first act of revolt against the oldies, the first thing you do for yourself on your way… the first mistake. It always comes.
And I can sure that when that first act is done, the rest come along without stop.
I remember feeling terribly bad those days my own time begun. Mad with everything and everybody.
Dad and his fucking family holidays. Oh, God! I was eighteen!. I would like to have gone with my friends and not with them and Moon. I hated her. I couldn’t stand her. Couldn’t she be normal?. Always pissing me off with her stupidities!. God. Was I like that when I was fifteen?. Unbearable little sisters... I thought that if she said once more she was going to tell dad one thing else about me I was going to kill her!.
I hated that place. Full of joyful families with so little children always running and chattiness. There were no people of my age…
Well.. I must admit it was a beautiful landscape, but the house was full of insects, and was so little! I hated sharing the room with Moon always trying to read my diary… I was afraid those were going to be the most fucking long two weeks in my whole live.
I never guessed they were.
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(6/3/03 12:51 am) Reply
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Sun put on her earphones and went to the porch to sat on a comfortable hammock placed there, holding between the wall and one of the pillars of the porch. It was morning time still. But the sun’s rays reflected on the white sand of the shore made the effect it was later. While listening to her music, she looked around.
The semidetached house was little but had two plants. Completely built of wood it was the loving house of thousand of different types of insects. Sun didn’t remember seeing so many different types all together in just one place.
On the lower plant, there was a living room obviously without television –it was a holiday place, no need of knowing how the world went on- a little kitchen and a toilet.
In the upper plant, a big bathroom with a pink bathtub and two wooden rooms. One quite big for her parents and the other with two little beds for Moon and her.
The house was placed in front of the beach and between other two exact houses that had been rented by families with children no older than four years old.
Sun sighted and closed her eyes to the reflection of the light in the sea water. The sound of the waves braking themselves into the shore, entered her mind though the music on her ears, making her feel sleepy.
She could heard her family inside the house preparing for the first meeting with the beach.
- Sun! – she heard her mother shouting through the open windows of the living room. – Can you make an afford, keep off that earphones and come and help us?
- No – she murmured to herself. Then remove her earphones and shout with a tired tone – I’m going…
She entered the house. On the entrance, there was a little upper table with a mirror. Over it, there were some publicity papers, courtesy of the company that rented them the house. Some maps of the town, places to visit nearby, beaches, the golf camp… that kind of stuff. One of the papers called Sun’s attention. It had a picture of Fistral Beach, with some surfers riding the waves on the cover, a map to go and the direction of a little surf school for freshmen. Fistral Beach was not far away from the little colony of rented houses.
Sun smiled to herself while she continue her way to the kitchen. She flopped the paper and hidden it on the back pocket of her shorts. Nothing in this life was more exciting than surfing. She had never in her live put a feet on a board… But this was Newquay. The only really good place to surf in the whole Great Britain.
Her mind traced the whish and the plan in a few seconds. If she wanted to get some fun in these long, really long days of family holidays, the only way to get it was finding people of her age. Where can they be? Not in a fucking colony of familiar’s rented house, that for sure. They all should be on Fistral Beach… surfing.
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(6/3/03 12:52 am) Reply
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Moon pointed her tongue out to her for no reason when she entered the kitchen. So she gave hers out back to her, and join the preparatives for a day on the beach reluctantly.
She caught her towel and the walkman, and helped her parents with a heavy food bag.
- The beach is just in front, did you knew? – she said grinning, noticing how heavy it was at holding it. Half the fridge must be inside the bag, for God’s sake.
- Yeah, we knew, Sun. And know what?… I really hoped you forgot your sarcasm at home – her father answered her furiously.
Sun simply raised her look to the floor. Better not to made him truly mad. He had been planning this family holidays for months. If he think she would irk them, he would send her home immediately… Hey!… That sounded good by the way.
But she knew she hadn’t courage enough to be sent back home. The same she perfectly knew that her father should never send her back. She would rather be trapped on that house for ever before be sent back home… Also she was sure that no matter how really well planned she had everything she has to say for doing her whish of going to Fistral, she surely wouldn’t had courage to ask for permission to go for a walk.
They eat on the beach. And by half the evening Sun got her courage and sighted just before looking at her parents with her most innocent look.
- Do you mind if I go for a walk? – she said with all the kindness she was able.
- Where to? – her father asked rudely.
- There’s a beach not far from here… It’s called Fistral – she said again as sweet as before. If you want to do something that you are not allowed to, better is always to say something that is true. So that if they want to check if you lied them, they should find out that the first things were true, and they surely don’t go along, and never find the lies. Also saying a bit of the true, makes you feel less guilty of lying your parents, and not feeling guilty is important when you are trying to lie. – In one of the papers from the house it was said that is was beautiful and that young people goes there. I promise to come back soon. – She added with her most sincere smile.
- Take Moon with you – her mother say casually.
- Yeah. Take your sister. She surely enjoy a walk. And be back at five, right?– her father added immediately staring directly to her eyes. Sun knew he was looking for the lie. But he wouldn’t find it; she was not going to let him. Yet she had started lying, or to be really exact, she had started to hidden the truth, and she was not going to stop now without having done her propose. So she nodded without quarrelling, though that of taking her sister with her was destroying her plans. For a second she hoped, she whished, she prayed! Moon didn’t like to go.
- Moon! – she shouted to her sister that was on the shore playing with the little waves – Enjoy a walk?
- Yeah! – she answered happily to her dismiss. Immediately Moon got close to her and they started walking silently to Fistral’s direction.
It took them good half an hour to get to Fistral. But the long walk was worthy. The beach was bigger than they expected, full of young people enjoying themselves everywhere. There was a bar nearby with music audible from all the beach, and surfers with their boards everywhere. The waves where bigger than at any other place, and were being dominated by neoprene wetsuits’ dressed bodies over all colours’ boards.
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(6/3/03 12:53 am) Reply
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Moon and Sun sat on the sand approximately in the middle of the beach, the bar and the cool music at their backs, a collection of surfers doing their best, galloping over the waves or exiting the water with their boards tied to their ankles, in front of them. They both looked at the surfers in complete silence for a while. It was amazing to notice that on the little rented houses’ private beach the waves were so little, when on Fistral they were big enough for surfing.
– Have you seen that? – said Sun to her sister pointing to a surfer that was inside the middle of a straight tube of water that an incredible big wave was making, his hand like rubbing the wall of water, his body arched because the tube was short and his head could have broken it.
– Which one? – she answered distracted, trying to look on her sister’s finger direction.
– That one! – she almost screamed, pointing him fiercely. – Oh, Moon, that one! The one on the tube of water! – Moon almost closed her eyes to search. Finally she found the guy and she emitted a child like scream.
– Is incredible! – she joined a similar commentary from her sister.
– He is, isn’t he? – Sun said happily. – Oh, my God… I would give part of my live for been able to do that – she added in a whisper at least.
– That’s dangerous, isn’t it? – her sister asked with a mask of scare on her expression.
– And? – Sun looked at her like if that was as obvious as it was silly to ask.
– Dad should never let you surfing – she smiled cruelly.
– Dad should never have to know… does he? – Sun put on her face a commander expression. For a long minute the sisters stare at each other. Like they were calculating the pros and the contraries of the father knowing something.
– Is not necessary… - Finally admitted Moon. After saying that, she smiled kindly. – But…
– Fuck, Moon! But nothing – Sun looked at her angrily.
– Anyway you need money for learning surfing. And you don’t have – Added Moon after a while.
– I don’t have money as far as you know, do I? – she smiled with a light of intelligence on her eyes.
– You have? – asked Moon in disbelieved.
– I have – Sun said proud of herself. – Caring for the Smith’s baby during a whole year has it advantages… But promise me you are not going to spilt a word of this, right?
– Ok. But on change you must take me with you so I can see how you surf – answered Moon with a big smile. Sun was in silent for some seconds, looking at her sister angrily about the proposal. But finally she agreed. Better to have a sister looking at her than nothing at all. And by the way, while Moon was at her side, she would be sure she didn’t spilt a thing to her parents.
Finally both pair of eyes turned to the water again, watching the surfers. Sun’s heart was beating faster than it have ever done before. She was going to learn surfing. And the excitement of it was making her stomach to jump.
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(6/3/03 12:54 am) Reply
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The guy that some minutes before they were looking at, reached the shore just in front of them. He caught his black board and walked out of the water. His muscled but slim body was covered by a complete body neoprene wetsuit, and got bared his feet. The board had some strange blue and white drawings on it. Sun looked at him. And without noticing it, she parted her lips and hold her breath for a second at staring at the boy. His hair was wet, and seemed dark. His eyes were not very big, but of a deep shinning blue as the sun light pointed directly at them. His lips were thin and he had a three days beard. The skin that was able to be seen, so white for a surfer. To Sun’s eyes he was perfect.
- Sis… - Moon’s voice waked her up. – Mom said is of bad education staring like that to someone, did you knew? – she smirked.
- Have you seen that, Moon? – asked her yet without been able to stop staring at the guy.
- No. – she answered. – Your lack of breath worried me so much for looking up – and then Moon pointed her tongue out in a funny way.
- Is the guy of before… the one on the wave… God is really cute! – she couldn’t stand a cheer.
- And has a really cute girlfriend – Moon said looking at her, imitating her cheering tone on the word “cute” and remarking properly the word “girlfriend”.
- And how the fuck do you know, ah? – Sun replied furiously looking at her in the same way. Moon only give her another intelligent look, and then she turned to the guy with a cruelty obvious expression.
Sun turned her eyes to the boy again, and to her dismiss he was embracing a blondie girl as tall as him, with a neoprene jacket too who was holding a white board. He was smiling sincerely at her and while they started walking to the place where a group of surfers were sat, they were chatting happily.
She was about to complain when the boy looked at her seriously. And she noticed how her face turned intensely red immediately, so she turned her look fast to the sand. But it was a second till she upped it again and looked at him. To her surprise, the boy was still staring at her, now smiling kindly.
– Sun. Is late. We must go now or dad should be angry and wouldn’t let us come back tomorrow. – Moon said.
– Yes – she replied distracted, still looking the path the boy had taken. And she woke up and begun walking back to the house, wondering if the following day, he should be there too.
That night, for first time in her live, Sun didn’t complain for sharing room with Moon. They spoke in whispers for hours, while Sun combed the long black hair of Moon, a thing she stopped doing long time ago. And they planned what they were going to say for next morning excuse. When they finally went to bed and turned off the lights, Sun stared at the roof for long, hearing the sound of the waves and smiling. The following day she was going to surf.
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(6/3/03 12:55 am) Reply
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- Sun – she heard her sister in a whisper. – Are you sleep?
- Yes – she replied still unable to stop her thoughts.
- Are you sure you want to surf? – her tone seemed scared.
- Yes. Why not? – she looked into the darkness to her sister outline.
- I should be frightened… In fact… I am, actually… – Moon finally admitted.
- Why?
- What about if you brake a leg? Dad should kill us…
- I can drown, right? – she tried to scared more her sister using a terrific tone. – I heard of a hundred of surfers died each year drown by the force of water…
- Sun! – her sister was really worried.
- Don’t worry, Moon! – she tried to calm her down. – Nothing is going to happen... I promise you.
- Sure?
- Completely. – After that, Sun started thinking on the guy of the beach. – Moon…
- Yeah?
- The boy… was handsome, wasn’t him?
- Yes, he was – Moon answered tiredly. – You’re still thinking on him?
- Maybe that girl is not his girlfriend, right?
- Oh… yeah… Maybe… I usually hug all my friends like that – said Moon ironically. – And also kiss them on lips.
- Fuck you, Moon!. You didn’t see them kissing! – Sun lain in her bed angrily.
- No I didn’t – she laugh softly – But I would love to have seen your face actually.
- Fucker! – Sun added at least joining her sister quiet laugh. – She not necessary be his girlfriend, you know?… can be just a friend…
- Yeah surely, but there’s only one easy way to know…
- If he goes tomorrow, just ask him, isn’t it? – said Sun yawing
- Yeah… - Moon yawned too.
- Good night, Moon.
- Night.
That first night on Newquay, Sun dreamed with that guy. He was again riding the wave, in that tube of water, the wave braking rounding him completely till almost make him disappear, his hand rubbing the powerful wall of water, and smiling kindly to her.
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(6/6/03 11:45 pm) Reply
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III.
The two girls run downstairs, laughing and pushing each other happily. Already dressed with their bikinis and their shorts, with their beach towels over their shoulders, they entered the kitchen to get something to eat.
- Where’s suppose you are going? – her mother asked suspicious, though she couldn’t cover the smile of seeing her daughters joined again.
- The beach – managed Sun to say with a bite of an apple on her mouth.
- Which one? – they heard their father ask from the living room.
- Yesterday’s – Sun swallowed the apple about to drown. She make a silent pray so that her father didn’t ask a thing more, and looking at Moon scared.
- Why so soon? – he insisted. Seemed someone up there was not taking care about Sun’s prays. The look to Moon become more urgent. They had planned all this the night before, and Moon needed to speak something to made everything more believable.
- Take a good sit, dad – Moon finally said looking at her older sister searching for approbation on her tone. Sun winkled her an eye and smiled to her. – Is always full of people. And we want to be comfortable.
- Be here at lunch time, right? – her father said turning back to his reading.
- Right – agreed the sisters, winkling an eye to each other, and running fast out of the house.
They were chatting happily all the way to Fistral. Sun, obviously, ending all conversations about the guy of the day before. Wondering if he should be there. Wondering if the blondie was really his girlfriend. And also wondering how old could he be, where did he came from… all the stuffs that would be wonder in a case like that.
They got to Fistral sooner than they expected. The beach was almost empty still so they got a good place where to place their beach towels. Moon sat on hers, despite Sun’s protests of going to the surfing school immediately.
- Right. Stay here. I come back in a minute. – Sun said.
- Ok – Agreed her sister staring to the shore and the sea, where some early surfers where already riding the waves.
Approximately on the middle of the beach, a little hut, more likely to be placed on Tahiti than on England, had a title on its roof which read “Reef Newquay Surfing School”. When she reached the entrance, Sun stopped, completely tensed her body and holding her breath. Her heart was beating so fast, she felt it was going to leave her body through her throat. She had ever in her life felt so much nervous. After a minute of hesitance, in which all kind of frightening thoughts crossed her mind, Sun took a deep breath and stepped into the school firmly.
In contrast to the bright light outside and the hot summer heat, inside the school it was almost cold and dark. Sun’s eyes were slow to recover and be able to see properly. But when they were used to the inside light, she gazed to the tabloids full of papers announcing dinners, parties, barbeques, surfing coaching time-tables, and the surfing boards of all kinds and colours held on all space available of the walls.
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Sun begun to read some of the papers on one of the tabloids, in which it was a time-table for learners. She wasn’t really reading. Just seeing the words used for naming the different kind of surfing-tables, and staring at the green and pink colours underlining some of the hours. And simply trying to calm her heart, still beating fast, and getting the courage to speak without a trembling voice when someone came. She was alone in the school; she noticed it when she entered. So the female voice speaking at her back scared her so much that almost made her jump.
- Can I hep you? – said the girl behind the desk with a sweet and happily tone. Sun turned back and look at her about to answer. But at least she only managed to part her lips and through them, only air escaped. The girl was blond, and had deep green eyes. Her lips were pink and thin, and her body was athletic. She was wearing a full body neoprene wetsuit which sleeves where tied on her waist, leaving her chest be seen covered by the upper part of a bikini. She would be about twenty. She looked at Sun in a funny way. – Sorry… May I help you? – she repeated. Sun knew by her expression that she had been staring at the girl with a weird grimace. But how not?… It was her!. The girl that was embracing the guy of the day before!.
- Yeah… yes… sorry… – she recovered winkling twice and getting close to the desk. – I would like to learn surfing – she smiled shyly.
- Sure! – the girl smiled to her too, showing her a perfect white teeth. – Have you ever try surfing?
- Never in my life – she said honestly.
- Well. There’s always a first time for everything in this life. – she winkle an eye to her in a commander way. – You can start with a belly-board. Is easier for the first time.
- Ok – Sun agreed.
- How many time of coaching would you like to receive?
- What do you recommend me?
- It depends on how much you want to learn – the laugh. – And on how many time would you stay in Newquay…
- And of course, on how much money I’m able to waste… – Sun added at least.
- Yes. That’s important too. – the girl smile happily. What was truly pissing off Sun was that the girl seemed so kind and sympathic. – Ok. A course of three days cost fifty-six pounds, including coaching and all the equipment you need, I mean, the neoprene wetsuit and the surfing board.
- What should I learn in just three days? – Sun asked curiously.
- Want the truth? – she asked upping one eyebrow. Sun nodded. – Not much. I suppose you want to learn to ride on a white horse, right?
- It depends on what a white horse is… - The girl laughed with a free and contagious laugh.
- There are three basic types of surfing boards. Learners start with the belly-board, which are little and easier to manage. The white horse is a large smooth board, the next step for learners. And professional surfers normally use the shark-finned boards. With a three days course, you are only going to ride on the belly-board. – she twisted her lips like apologizing.
- How much time would I need to ride on the white horse one? – Sun waited for the girl to tell her that she would need her whole life.
- With a six days course, if you are good enough, you might ride the white horse at the end – the girl said.
- And that cost…
- Seventy-nine pounds.
- God… That’s a lot of money.
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(6/6/03 11:46 pm) Reply
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- If you are good, and are able to ride the waves over the belly-board on your second day, maybe the trainer allows you to ride on the white horse… - the girl tried to cheer Sun up.
There were some seconds of tense silence meanwhile Sun thought what was best to her. She wanted to surf, and obviously, once started, she wanted to ride on one of the larger boards. As it was impossible to her to know if she was going to be good or not to ride on the White Horse on a three days course, she finally decided to take the six days one. She had money for both courses, but getting the larger one left her almost run off money. ‘Well. Everything for surfing!’ she thought to herself.
- I want the six days one. – she said at least smiling.
- Perfect – said the girl, catching a pen and starting to write on a notebook. – The coaching starts at ten in the morning and end at five in the evening. The course includes your food.
- I can’t stay here for lunch. I must go back to my parents… - she felt silly and child like at saying that.
- They don’t know, right? – the girl smiled compressively, Sun lowed her head and denied just shaking it. Then she stared at her, looking for a real comprehension. – You can’t imagine how many people came here without their parents acknowledge… You are more than eighteen? – the girl asked again, now scared.
- Eighteen actually – Sun answered looking at her.
- Can I see your identification papers? – the girl asked without stopping smiling kindly.
- I don’t have them here. But my sister is outside, on the beach… she has them.
- I need them, right?. But if you are legal, they don’t need to know. If you are under eighteen I need their consent. You understand, right?
- Yes, I do – Sun said sadly. – But I’m eighteen.
- Ok then – the girl smiled again and then continue writing on the notebook – What’s your name?
- Sun, Sun Vide. – She answered. The girl upped her head and stare at her in disbelieve. – Is true. Is my real name. I know is strange, but my parents are that funny… – she made a grimace used to answer about her name before been asked. – My sister’s name is Moon. Kind of funny, ah?
- More original than funny, actually. – the girl answered writing down her name and surname. She also wrote her age. – Would you need all the equipment?
- Yes, I think so.
- Right. Small size, isn’t it?. – Sun simply smiled. – You must give me a fifty pounds as bail for the neoprene wetsuit – she added professionally.
- Fifty pounds more?! – Sun opened her eyes in surprise.
- Yes. Neoprene wetsuits are expensive, and we might buy a new one if something happens to yours. When the course is over if the wetsuit is in its good conditions, I would give your money back.
- I need to go the bank first. – Sun said sadly at least. She hadn’t got money enough for that. And she knew. For paying the course and the bail, she would need more money than the amount she have saved on her year of caring children. But she knew where to find that money. Her parents opened her an account for her university years with a good amount. She had started to pay so the account was open and had money enough for paying the bail. Fifty pounds were not a big amount to be noticed, was it?. All she need to do was going to a bank and retiring those fifty pounds. When the course was over, she would retrieve the money back to the account. She was not going to brake the wetsuit. That, for sure.
- Is ok. – The girl smiled again, comprehensively. – When you paid your course, you would start whenever you want to. Well… and whenever you give me your identification card, right?.
- Can I start today? – she asked nervously.
- Of course. – the girl answered with a bigger smile. – One of the starters courses starts in an hour. Give me your money and you can start with them – she winkle an eye to her.
- Ok. I’ll be back with your money in…- She was interrupted.
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From somewhere in the back of the school, a boy emerged fast, dressed on a full neoprene wetsuit, with its sleeves also tied to his athletic waist. He had his feet bared, and was holding a large surf board completely black, with some strange white and blue drawings on it. He crossed from behind the girl that was with Sun, speaking without noticing that he was interrupting, while typing something on some papers placed behind her. His shoulders were strong, and his bared back was so attractive.
- Rachel – his voice was even more sexy than his body, Sun thought. – I’m going to catch some waves.
- You wish – the girl said looking him just with the corner of her eye. – You start on an hour…
- No! – he turned back and look at her angrily. And Sun’s heart stopped suddenly. He had a three days beard and grey-blue eyes. Him!. – No I don’t. I don’t have any coaching planned. Is not said on the time-tables!. I saw them. Next hour is Josh’s…– he added at least looking at her angrily.
- Josh is at home with a flu – Rachel smiled. – And I need a trainer to the freshmen. – She made a teasing grin showing all her teeth fiercely closed, which gave her a funny expression.
- God! I can believe it! – he spoke sighting, upping his hand to place it on his waist. – Obviously I’m your only free trainer, ‘cos all the rest are surfing. – he added ironically.
- No, they aren’t. – she grimaced. – They all have full time-tables. You are the only one free actually. So don’t complain and get ready. – she seemed angry, though Sun thought she really wasn’t. The guy turned again to the back of the school, murmuring swearing words. – Ray! – Rachel almost screamed, her tone like the one that can be used to upbraid kids. He turned back and stare at her, his lips completely lined, serious and mad. – Don’t murmur, right? – she said looking at him. – I don’t want this girl to scare about her trainer…
Sun blushed when Ray looked at her that serious. So intensively she felt her face was burning. She lowered her gaze to the desk she was near to. She didn’t want to look at the boy. She simply couldn’t. She heard him sight and whispered a vague apologize. And then she heard footsteps going to the back part of the school. When Rachel upped her face to Sun, the blush on the girl’s face was still there, but less intensive. She smiled. But Sun couldn’t still move a muscle, so she just stare at Rachel’s green eyes.
- Handsome, ah? – Rachel smile opened wide. Sun swallowed to clear her throat before been able to answer. Again, her face turned so intensive red at been discovered that she thought she was going to faint there and then.
- No, just… I was… Looking at the surfing board… That’s a White Horse, wasn’t it? – anything in this world could have make her spilt a word like “handsome” to whom could be his girlfriend. Like she had heard her thoughts, Rachel started laughing looking her with a funny face. But didn’t say a word about it.
- No. It was a Shark board. You can distinguee them because the Shark has three fins. The White Horse when has any, just one. Their fronts are different too. But don’t worry… Ray should show you all the differences. He is quite good… – she said in a commander tone. – So now… run and take the money. The class should start in an hour, right?
- Ok – she said starting to go.
- Don’t forget to bring me your identification! – Rachel remind her with a laughing tone seeing Sun running out of the school.
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IV.
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When you want to do something, something forbidden, something dangerous, something in were all the fun is condensed, you must fight. You must fight to start with the mature on your brain scaring you, telling you all the frightened consequences you don’t want to hear about…
But, again, it always comes a time when you are deaf and blind to all that. I was, anyway.
Surfing at all risk was not the first mistake I made those days. It can’t be count as one. But it was the first step my time took.
When I understood Ray was going to be my trainer… I decided I was going do it even if it was the last thing I did in my life.
Maybe feeling like I felt about him was completely normal and not a mistake. Risking fifty pounds of my studies account for surfing and for been on his group maybe wasn’t either a mistake itself. Or just it was a little one, wasn’t it?
What was on my brain for doing it all, even fought with Moon, whom for once seemed older and more mature than me, I can’t tell even now.
Just the time for going my own was starting. Though I didn’t knew yet…
But how would I knew? If everything seemed the most amazing adventure ever! My parents were not going to know I had retired that money… because I was not going to brake the wetsuit. And as I wasn’t going to stay for lunch with the surfing group, they should never know. And of course, Moon was not going to get bored at the beach, alone, just looking at me while I learned surfing. And obviously, Ray was with Rachel and I hadn’t any opportunity with the surfer… Everything was perfect.
Wasn’t it?
Silly me…
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The first hour of the coaching was boring. She must admit it. But Ray’s voice was so deep and warm she could get lost on his words without understanding just one. He spoke about different kind of surfing-boards, of different kinds of waves, of how wonderful was the sensation of riding a wave, feeling the huge power of water under your board, under your body… About how you feel when you realize you are controlling all that power.
After that first hour of so boring speech for her, Sun only got inside herself for ever the feeling that Ray loved surfing more than anything else in life. And the sensation that all what he felt, all he had transmitted during that hour, was taking some comfortable place inside her.
- So now – started to say Ray – We all are going to catch the boards to practice on land. Take the large one, mates, because this is only an easy.
Sun woke up from the sand, and went to catch one of the White Horses placed now on the outside wall of the school, prepared for the learners to take them. Distracted, she rubbed a white one with beautiful ethnic black drawings on it.
- That was my first board – Ray’s voice near her ear made her jump. – Is beautiful, isn’t it? – he made his hands rub the board up to down too. Sun simply smiled, looking at him with the corner of her eye, unable to do more, her hand still softly placed on the wood. – So now guys place the boards on the sand. Those who had boards with fins, take care not to brake them, right? – He said to the rest of the little group. Sun turned her head to check if there was still any good surfing board available for her. – You’re not taking it? – Ray asked surprised.
- It’s yours… – came shyly Sun’s answer.
- Is for learners. I was a learner once – Ray’s smile opened wide. – Take it. Of all the group here I would love you to have it rather than any other – He winkled an eye to her. – Take it as my sincere apologize for this morning swearings.
Sun’s gaze rolled to the sand and her face turned red. She took the surfing board, which was a bit bigger than her, and with lot of care, she placed it on the sand. Then, following Ray’s instructions, all the learners sat over the boards, legs one on each side.
During the following hour they learned how to fathom to move the boards through the water, how to wake up on them, how to put correctly both feet over them, the right position of their bodies for not loosing balance... They laughed each time Ray came close to one of them from behind, and with a huge push on the back side of the board, he made the learner flew out of the board, reminding them that water is unpredictable. Comes from everywhere, push the board to the side its wants, and is able with a simple touch, to make the people drown. That scaring, and that easy. A second of distraction, loosing your concentration on your balance during just one second, and on the following you should be death. When that hour was about to end, none of them laughed anymore if one of the group lost the balance and felt to the sand. Because each time that happened, Ray with a scaring voice said things like “You were so near the shore. Your head had hit the ground. You’ve broken your neck. Lucky you. You are not death. Just invalid for the rest of your life”.
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Sun really thought Ray was trying all them to let the course. He was so scaring!. He really didn’t need to say all that frightened things. Did he? She was lucky. Ray didn’t even try to got close to her.
Amy, one of the girls about her age, with dark hair and dark eyes, that was placed near her, dedicated the trainer a grimace. She was also starting to get mad at him for all those things he was saying. She had felt to the sand three times in very short time, and Ray had upbraided her like she was a moron. Sun looked at her and smiled comprehensively. She herself was up on her board, moving her body like she was over a wave. She didn’t heard him coming. She was not taking attention. The strong fingers round her waist pushing her with violence, scared her, and made her scream. She almost lost her feet, and she needed to place it on the edge of the board. She moved her arms in fast circles to catch her balance again.
But she knew that if those fingers weren’t that fiercely trapped round her waist, she should had eaten the sand there and then. Anyhow she was not going to admit it to Ray.
- Water don’t push people’s waist! – she said angrily.
- Surfers do – answered Ray looking seriously into her eyes. Then turned to the rest of the group getting their attention. – Guys, one thing you must have known by now is that you are not alone in the water. You may be the best surfer in History. You may control your board and even the water better than anyone. But you are not alone there. And the rest of the surfers may not be as good as you. May loose control. May jump onto your board, or even onto you and make you fall. When you are riding the waves, you must always be aware of your surroundings. Who’s near, who’s far, where the waves are coming from and how many people are in and out each one of them. So now, mates, we are going to check that point. Let the boards where they were and join me on the shore.
The learners did what they were ordered. When Sun placed her board on the wall, Jim, one of the guys of her group, started walking at her side. He was older than her. Probably twenty years old, more or less. Brown skin, black hair and the most beautiful sky-blue eyes she ever sawn. Slim and tall, his voice was a bit cherry.
- You were ‘bout to fall, ah? – he told her in a funny way.
- Nearly. – she said sighting disgusted.
- Seems he want us to leave, don’t you think? – he asked again.
- Seems like, yeah… – she looked down to her feet distracted.
- Is ok if you don’t want to talk to me, ah? – he said in a weird tone.
- No! – she immediately answered, opening her eyes wide and staring at him. – What make you think that?
- Dunno… just… Forget it – he smiled kindly. Amy came close to them.
- Seems the trainer didn’t want you to fall, ah? – laughed the other girl at her ear.
- What’s up with you both? – asked Sun angrily. – I wasn’t going to fall anyway! I was prepared to the push. Just didn’t expected him to catch me. But I was not going to fall. – she ended with an angry tone.
The three of them finally reached the shore and joined the rest of the little group. Ray stared fixedly and seriously at them all. So did Sun.
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(9/23/03 6:06 pm) Reply
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Jim was at her left, near the trainer. Amy at her right. At Amy’s side Laura, a blond wooden eyed girl about their own age, pale skin and a bit taller than Sun herself. Then Jonah, a black guy with bright black eyes surely a bit older than her. And after him, Carl, a really young guy that probably should be less than fourteen, really tall, blond and always funny blue eyes with so white skin. Then Maison, the older of all them. Surely about forty, with a really strong bear, bright green eyes, tall and strong. And finally, June. A young girl, probably Carl’s, with brown hair and brown eyes, small and cute. Sun looked closely to Maison and June. And became almost sure they were dad and daughter. She sighted. It must be so cool to have a dad that joins you on adventures like this one. Shouldn’t it?. Thinking on that, Sun lost what Ray told the group to do. But as all them started to look fixedly to the water, she did the same.
The looked the waves coming. And the surfers over them. Reminding Ray’s previous advices about knowing who were in the water, she counted them. Three on the same wave, two in other one… A lone surfer-girl waiting for her perfect wave far from the others. Ray let them look at the water during a minute or two.
- Ok. Now everybody turn your backs. I don’t want any of you to see what’s on the water… erm… Your name was Jim, wasn’t it? – Jim nodded - How many surfers are on the water, in total?
- Em… - he hesitated. – Five… I think. – Sun heard the rest of the group members agreeing. She shacked her head in disbelieve.
- Six – she murmured. Inaudibly.
- No! – claimed Ray. – There are seven. – Sun knitted.
- Where’s the seventh? – she asked aloud without noticing.
- You saw six? – Ray asked her greatly surprised.
- Yes. – she admitted blushing. – And I don’t find the seventh.
- Look at your right – he requested. She did so. And then she saw a guy sat on the sand with his board nailed near him, still trickling water. – You see him? – asked Ray again. Sun simply nodded. – He was exiting the sea when you were looking. But well done, really. – He finally admitted.
- Thanks – she blushed so intensively then.
- Sun… – Ray called her attention again, with a smirking tone. She looked at him. – Now that we see you are a great watcher… What’s the colour of the board of the only girl that is on the water? – The group started speaking aloud, complaining because none of them were taking colours into account.
- Blue – She answered without thinking, surprised for the question in the middle of her mates exclamations; all the complements stopped when she had answered.
- Cool – Ray admitted. – You’re going to go far, girl… sure.
Sun smiled to herself. Who did that boy think she was? A stupid teen who just wanted surfing for being cool?. She had put so many things in the weak rope for surfing. She was not there to waist her time… nor his. Ray followed asking questions of all kinds to the rest of the group. Sun was able to answer them all anyway. She noticed a strange thing though… Ray hesitated on the names of the group, except Maison’s and hers. Strange that he remembered hers, when she was completely sure she had never told him.
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Eventually, she upped her head from the sand, and she saw Moon, that was staring at her nervously. She shacked her head to ask what she wanted. And her sister simply pointed at her wrist, making her understood that it was late and they needed to leave. Sun almost jumped.
- Trainer… – she said with a kind tone. – I need to go – she prayed for him not ask her where. She would felt really embarrassed telling him she needed to have lunch with her parents.
- Where to? – God! No-one up there for listening? She thought to herself.
- I need to take my sister at home. – she lied.
- We are about to enter the water. Are you sure? – He tried to dare her.
- I need to – she finally said, making her gaze role into the sand.
- We are having lunch at one. Are you going to join us? – he asked getting close to her.
- I can’t – she simply answered unable still to up her head.
- I’m not going to train you alone all what you are going to miss by then, right? – he advised her.
- What can I do, then? – she made a dramatic grimace. – Give my money back and I shouldn’t bother you more… - Ray laughed openly. Then he got even closer and whispered on her ear.
- Your parents don’t know you are here. Be honest.
- No, they don’t – she said in a whisper looking defiantly him, directly at the eye.
- Ok. We stop for lunch and rest. The evening classes start at five, after the sun highest point. If you are back in the school before that time, I should teach you whatever you lost. – he added still with so quiet tone she wasn’t sure she had heard properly.
- I will – she smiled absolutely sure of it.
- Then go – he said with a wide smile too.
The sisters needed to run fast to be on time for their lunch date. Moon complained all the way to the house because she was bored alone on the beach. Sun tried to calm her down. She felt really scared Moon didn’t want to go to Fistral anymore. That would only meant that she wouldn’t go either. She promised her that when she had learn enough, she would teach her too. She promised even to let her read her diary, done the washing up for her, whatever… She begged and prayed her. And finally she gained her.
They were nearly on time for lunch. Their father seemed not to have noticed their absence. And when they told him they would go again to Fistral, he agreed contently.
They lied him. In fact they lied both of them. Surely there was no need of it. But they did anyway. They told him an already planned story. They have met some girls, a group of four girls of their age, and have turned friends. Cool girls, indeed. From London and Gateway. On holidays with their families too. Sun and Moon’s parents got through it all without just a single hesitation.
When they ended lunch and ended doing the washing up, which obviously and according to her own earlier promise, Sun did, the two sisters went again to the beach.
It was three in the evening.
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