A little note about myself I'm a girl, and my age is a number

Disclaimer: If I owned Stoked, the groms would be American, because…. I am! No offense to Canadians, I love Canada,and Canadian shows are better than American ones (Talking about 6teen, TDI, TDA, and, of, course, Stoked) but, I find plane flights and moving boring so… Yeah. I don't own it.

FinPOV

My turn was going great. I was doing all those cool tricks and was totally shredding serious wave. I looked at my friends. They were all cheering me on. Emma, Johnny, Lo, Broseph, and… Reef was looking at me but his eyes were full of fear… why?

ReefPOV

Somewhere deep inside I knew what was going to happen, I knew that the shark would attack, I just didn't know what to do, how to warn her. Then it hit me. Who had the biggest mouth of us all? Lo, that's who. I nudged her, and pointed to the shark fin slowly growing closer to the blonde girl. Lo let out a deafly loud shriek, one probably even Kahuna could hear at his shack-thing.

Fin turned her head, probably to see what Lo was screaming about, but, maybe she shouldn't have. The shock of seeing a shark behind her, ready to attack her, made her slip on her shark reached out, mouth with wickedly sharp teeth extended.

Suddenly life was a blur of adrenaline, all I remember was diving headfirst into the waves, then, time blurred together.

FinPOV

My feet slid around on the board, I saw the shark lunging towards me, and I knew I was screwed, I closed my eyes, imagining the smiling faces of my friends, then, my mind went blank.

LoPOV

Reef swam with one arm, using the other arm to drag Fin to the beach.

"CALL A FLIPPIN' AMBULANCE!" Reef yelled.

"HOLY CRAP! FIN'S HURT!" I spazzed, while grabbing my phone from my ever-present purse.

It was true, her arm, or what remained of it, was coated in blood, and her breathing was coming in short, ragged breaths.

"….Yeah, turn left at the large statue covered in moss…."

"….Yeah, we'll do that." I got off the phone with the operator, then turned to Broseph.

"Can I borrow your T-shirt?"

"Um… Yeah?" I grabbed the shirt, pulling it off of him in one swift move.

"Bandage this around…. Her arm." I gave the shirt to Reef. He nodded. Poor Reef.

"Is this 'The Office'?" said a man's voice behind me. I turned around, and found myself staring at a man in a very official uniform.

"She's right there." He stared at the men accompanying him loaded Fin on to a stretcher, then he turned to me and Reef.

"You want to accompany her?"

"Me and Reef?"

"You mean you and her boyfriend? Sure." N/a This is happening in a matter of seconds.

"I'm not her-"

I cut him off. "Sure."

YAY! Fin's been rescued… kind of. R&R please!