Hello!

How are you?

I guess I've had a pretty good week. My dad's feeling a lot better and the public-speaking competition I had to compete in went well. The only bad part was that I almost killed myself trying to do a forward roll in gymnastics…you can probably tell that I'm not very sporty. :/

One thing I am very proud of though is that I got commended to my head teacher for outstanding work in English. So I guess that posting on here has helped with my English work! :)

But enough about me, here's chapter 4!

The sun was beating down on the sand, the beach was full of life and everyone was having a blast. It was a typical day in Wet Side Story. The surfer girls: Kiki, Shelley, Pearl, Bubbles, Summer and Coral were all sunbathing on the sand in a line when someone interrupted them.

"Hey, you're blocking my sun!" Coral complained, feeling someone's presence in front of her.

"Coral, it's me," Rascal replied.

"Oh!" Coral chirped, each surfer girl sitting up in turn.

They then lifted their sunglasses up onto their head at the same time before all chorusing, "Hi Rascal!"

"Hey, girls," Rascal greeted. "Can I talk to Coral for a second?"

"Sure," Coral replied, getting up from her place on the sand and going to join Rascal a few feet away from the others. "What's up?"

"Do you remember what we were supposed to do this morning?" Rascal asked.

"No, why?" Coral replied, still managing to keep a bright smile on her face.

"You seem in a good mood," Rascal said, getting slightly off topic.

"Thanks. Why wouldn't I be?" Coral grinned.

"The whole Axel thing from last night," Rascal replied, raising one of his eyebrows at her.

"Oh, he was just a little mad, I'm sure it'll all have blown over by today," Coral said, flashing a smile like Tanner's and gently tossing her perfectly curled hair over her shoulder.

"Oh, alright," Rascal said, pushing the thought that something didn't seem right about Coral to the back of his mind. "Speaking of the thing last night, weren't we supposed to go to that meeting this morning?"

"You're right!" Coral gasped. "I completely forgot. Tanner told me he was leaving but I think I just fell asleep again. Do you think they're mad at us for missing it?"

"I wouldn't know, I can't find them anywhere," Rascal answered, finally getting onto the point that he'd come to discuss.

"Wait, what?" Coral questioned.

"I can't find them anywhere," Rascal repeated. "It's like they just disappeared. No one's seen any of them at all today."

"They can't have just vanished into thin air," Coral said, before letting out another gasp. "What if something terrible has happened to them?!"

"You're right!" Rascal cried, the pair both now in a state of panic. "We've gotta get help!" And with that, the pair of surfers went racing off down the beach.

Later on in Big Momma's, everyone was hanging out like normal. Everything seemed pretty ordinary, until Coral and Rascal burst through the doors and ran over to a table by the stage.

"Everyone listen!" Coral cried, instantly catching everyone's attention.

"Lela, Tanner, Seacat, Giggles, Butchy and Struts are missing!" Rascal continued, a collective gasp coming from the teens in the beach hangout.

"What do you mean 'missing'?" Lugnut asked, a group of bikers and surfers crowding around the table.

"We can't find them on the beach anywhere," Coral replied.

"What are we gonna do?" CheeChee squeaked.

"Go and find them," Rascal replied, flattening out a piece of paper with a plan on that he and Coral had drawn out. "Operation: Find Our Friends is a go."

"How are we gonna find them?" Lugnut asked. "We don't even know where they are."

"He's got a point, Rascal," Coral said, turning to face the surfer beside her.

"Do you want them to stay lost or not?" Rascal asked, frustrated that his friends weren't completely backing him up.

"Of course we don't, but how can we find them?" Lugnut asked.

"They can't have gotten far," CheeChee said. "I think we should try something."

"They're our friends," Coral started. "We can't just abandon them, they might need our help."

The group of bikers and surfers fell silent, no one knowing what to say or do next, another peculiar thing that had happened that day. The band on the stage continued to play and a low hum of chatter still buzzed around the room.

"Maybe they'll show up later," Lugnut said. "We shouldn't start worrying until we definitely know that they're gone."

"But they wouldn't just wander off like that," Rascal argued.

"Don't start bickering," Coral sighed, stepping in between the two boys.

"Since when have you been so anti-violence?" Lugnut spat, puzzled to say the least.

"What?" Coral questioned, her resemblance to Tanner uncanny.

"She's been acting differently all day," Rascal mumbled to Lugnut as Coral turned to CheeChee, who started to speak.

"Listen, let's just carry on with our shin-dig, if they miss out on it then we'll know that they're missing," CheeChee said.

"Good idea, Chee," Coral smiled, and as if on cue, the band started to play a new song.

"Rascal, what do you mean 'Coral's been acting differently all day'?" Lugnut asked, going up to Rascal as Coral and CheeChee started to dance.

"She's just been…different," Rascal said, struggling to think of a different way to put it. "Like…she's not been herself."

"You don't think it's got anything to do with the others being gone," Lugnut said. "Do you?"

"I thought you didn't think they were gone," Rascal shot back.

"But the same sort of thing's been happening with the bikers, CheeChee doesn't seem as tough as she normally does," Lugnut explained.

"Why would that make everyone act differently, they didn't even know that they were missing," Rascal said.

"Come on, guys," Coral said, walking back over to her two friends, CheeChee following closely behind her.

"Yeah, what'cha waitin' for?" CheeChee drawled, doing one of her signature giggles before dragging Lugnut onto the dance floor by his arm. But the dance party was quickly put to a stop after a loud tinkling noise came from the stage, almost like wind chimes. As everyone's heads whipped in the stage's direction, the band member on lead guitar started to shake and a burst of golden sparkles shot up around him. The whole restaurant was in chaos, the other band members started to run for cover and the surfers and bikers all huddled together in groups. Suddenly, without any warning, the guitar player vanished. The third bizarre thing to happen that day. First people start acting differently, then no one knows what to do and now people are vanishing right in front of everyone.

"Jeepers," Coral gasped.

"He just disappeared!" Rascal exclaimed, clearly very panicked.

"Like a magician," CheeChee squeaked. "Doing a magic trick."

"What if that happened to the others?!" Coral cried, grabbing onto Rascal's arm and shaking him.

"We've gotta help them!" Lugnut announced, this time earning a huge cheer from everyone in Big Momma's, the whole beach now behind them. But just as everyone rushed back over to the table with the rescue plan on, everyone felt a sharp pain on the back of their neck, like a pinprick. As the pain spread out, it felt like fire was pulsing through their veins but it cooled pretty much instantly. The surfers and bikers were left a little bit dazed after the pain, the lights in Big Momma's slightly flickered too.

"Woah, what happened?" CheeChee asked, gently shaking her head. "What are we doin' here?"

"I don't know," Lugnut mumbled, pondering the exact same question.

"What's this?" Rascal asked, pointing at the paper plan spread on the table top.

"I think it's some sort of rescue plan," Coral answered, reading the writing at the top of the page.

"Who do we know that needs rescuing?" Lugnut asked. It appeared that the bikers and surfers had completely forgotten about their previous conversation, too dazed and confused to think straight.

"Apparently some people called: Lela, Tanner, Seacat, Giggles, Butchy and Struts," Rascal replied, reading the names on the paper.

"Who are they?" Coral asked, just earning shrugs from the surfers and bikers around her.

It was like everything had reset. Because the next thing that happened was that the surfers were zapped out of Big Momma's, and were now driving down towards the beach. They were all stuffed in a car and were all complaining about the bikers as if the turf war was still on. But the fact that the turf war was still on didn't surprise the surfers and bikers the most, it was the fact that the turf war had already ended. Because, for them, it was still happening. The movie had reset.

I hope you enjoyed it!

This chapter isn't very long but it is quite important for things that happen later on in the story.

Thank you so much for three reviews! Every time I see one pop up I get so excited, I love hearing what you have to say about the story!

Thank you so much MaddieGerbz, Guest and DynamicGiraffe! Don't hesitate to leave a suggestion if you think of one, I still want them and I love hearing them and using ideas that you want to read! :)

I know I say this all the time (if you're reading this then let me know what you think of the movie resetting and what you think will happen because of it) but I want to say thank you to everyone who sends me PMs, leaves reviews and is just generally supportive of my stories because you always make me smile, you're amazing!

Thank you for reading!

-cherrygorilla