First chapter of another book! I'm going book crazy because I work on so many books at a time, but I'm never a scatterbrain... hmm... well, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto and I don't want to. But if you're talking about the Akatsuki, well, huhuhu, that's a different story.
Chapter 1: I Chase a Surfboard(But Not Much)
I dove under the freezing waves and swam forward. I was trying to get my surfboard(which I had stupidly forgotten to strap to my ankle) that had washed out about three hundred feet away from the beach.
As I resurfaced back into the blazing hot sun, I looked for the black and red board, and groaned seeing that it had gone even farther. I swam over to the board quickly as the wind dies down. I grabbed it and strapped it to my ankle just in time to catch a big wave that brought me back to shore. I turned the board to do a backflip using the large wave to push off. Instead, my board went out from under me, pushing me under water and skimming my back, then pulling me onto the wet but hot sand.
"Ow..." I groaned, tugging on the cursed surfboard, pulling it up onto the sand beside me. My sister Ayano walked up to me, laughing at my (what her best friend would call)'epic fail'.
"That was pretty impressive." she said sarcasticly. "Very pro."
She looks exactly like me. I even let her wear black swim trunks and a red t-shirt like me. You'd never guess, unless we told you, that she was female. She's flat chested, a tomboy, and her voice is kinda deep(which sounds alot like mine).
"Yeah, it takes alot of skill to run yourself over with your own surfboard." I said, rolling my eyes. She laughed again and tossed me a towel.
"Come on," she said in between laughs. "Lunch's ready. Burgers."
"Mnyeh~" I cheered weakly. I draged myself and the surfboard across the sand to the picnic table.
Sticking it upright in the sand, I sat on the wooden bench and sighed.
"How do you feel?" Ayano asked.
"Like I'm going to collapse, the vultures will start picking my bones clean, and I'll be too weak to fight them off. Or, if not, I'll melt on the pavement." I mumbled.
"Hey, don't be like that!" she chided. "We're in California, for crying out loud! CALIFORNIA!"
I glanced at her with a what?-have-you-gone-crazy? look before turning to the beach again, the sun shining hotly on my face. "We live in Cali while we're in the U.S., Aya. No big deal. And we go to the beach every summer, and only THAT happens." I pointed to some older teens farther down the beach who were being chased by gulls. She handed me a burger and I started to eat.
"Yeah, well, I'm always hoping that someone'll come along and, ya know, have some fun with us."
I stared at her and she shook her head and held her hands up, palms facing me. "NO! Not YOUR definition of fun. MINE."
I nodded and ket eating, the wind blowing into my face. Little did I know that that summer, it wasn't someone. It'd be some PEOPLE.