Chapter 1

Catherine Flynn and the rest of her class mates rush out of the class all shouting and talking at the same time. It was officiously summer for the 16 year old and she knew that this summer was going to be like no other. She was sixteen and she was going to have fun! There was just one little problem—she had to work. That's right, on her summer vacation she was going to have to work…as a waitress for the B&B owned by her favorite teacher, Mrs. Smith. She wanted to be like any normal teenager in her town: surf everyday, go to parties at night and just have a blast. She decided then and there that she was going to make the best of the situation—the B&B was right on the beach, the place where Catherine felt the safest.

"Catherine!!! Hello, come on girl we are out of school! STOP THINKING AND GO CRAZY!!!!!!!" screamed her friend, Carlisle.

"What…yeah. Okay guys lets hit the surf!"

Her and her three best friends Natalie, twins Caela and Carlisle all got there skateboards out of there bags and road laughing and being crazy the whole way to the surf shop Rip Curl where there friend Brenten worked and kept their surfboards for them while they were at school. These girls skated and surfed every day.

The town that they live in is Jefferys Bay—where surfing is like a religion. This time of year was the busiest for the little town, it was the Shell Festival, the annual festival held at Jefferys every summer—it's like one big party with market stalls, local bands playing and a ton of other great stuff. Catherine started working tomorrow so she was going to make the best of this day.

The girls arrive at the beach where they are already setting up for the Shell Festival, and they could already see more people where around town. They ran down to the beach took their clothes off (they had their bikinis underneath) and ran to the water. Laughing, talking and screaming as they ran…

Meanwhile collage student Gil Grissom was sitting on the passenger's side of his car grimacing at the loud obnoxious music that hid best friend Jim Brass was blasting. He looked at his friend, "Jim?"

"Yeah? What is it?" he turned to look at Gil. "Oh, come on Gil! It's the summer! I believe me when I tell you old buddy, old pal, the music that you hear right now is nothing compared to the sicadelic sounds that you're gonna experience in Jefferys!" shouted Jim over the unnaturally loud music.

"Tell me again why I let you talk me into this? I would have been quite happy letting you gallivant off to a place where all the girls wear are bikinis and almost never brush their hair and I could have stayed at home with Norbit."

"Gil, you're twenty-three years old, man! It's summer! Live a little!"

"Why aren't I driving? I mean…it's my car!!"

"Oh, calm yourself, you. You give me earache. You need to get laid, you know that don't you, dude?"

"JIM!"