Luke was riding the wave like a pro. He zoomed up to the top of it catching air and went so far under the wave that even he wasn't sure that the wave wouldn't just run him over. Well there's only one way to find out he thought. It wasn't too far. He zoomed right back up the top. A swooshing noise came from overhead. Luke ducked his head as his sister, Lara, came flying from a nearby cliff on a hang glider. This beach vacation was the best vacation ever. Luke had never been to the beach in his life. This was mostly because of his overprotective mother. She wouldn't even let him set a foot on an airplane. When he had asked her why she had done that, she had hastily changed the subject. Luke loved surfing and he'd discovered that he was really good at it without trying. He felt bad for his sister. His mother wouldn't let Lara close to the water. She'd acted all weird again, like she had when Luke had asked her why he couldn't go on an airplane. Lara didn't seem to mind. Like Luke, she'd found a sport she was really good at. Lara swooped overhead again, looping up and down so fast it made Luke dizzy to watch. Lara swooped down near Luke giving him a playful push and saying, "The sky is the way to fly!" Luke lost his balance and fell off his board. He got up and yelled, "Oh yeah!" A huge wave plucked the hang glider out of the sky. Lara fell into the ocean with a scream. "Oh man," thought Luke. She can't swim. Lara started going under, thrashing frantically. Luke plunged into the water swimming furiously. He grabbed his sister's hand and pulled her out of the water. The wind started picking up. Thunder lit up the sky. "It's time for you to leave Luke," a voice said, resonating in his head. "What? Who are you? No! I'm not going anywhere!" A wave towered over Luke, crashing down on him and dragging him out to sea. "Hey stop! Stop it I'll…blub" "I'm sorry Luke. It's for your own good," said the voice. Luke blacked out.
