Chapter Eleven

Tonight was the night of my surfing celebration party—a ritual that we do for every competition I have ever been in, no matter how large or small. The small surfing competitions are not as grand as others. Normally, it’s nothing more than a simple barbeque at our house where my parents invite all their friends and relatives to come and support me before the big day. Tonight was a lot bigger than I could have ever expected.

My parents rented out a luau area with the full nine-yards. We had fire dancers, hula girls, musicians, roasted pig, a large buffet, and last, but not least, beach access. It would have been a fantasy if only other aspects of my life were spanning out.

My father and I have been working night and day the past week, trying to perfect every form of my surfing possible to be ready for tomorrow. The competition was quite possibly one of the biggest I have ever been in, and this party proved it.