Chapter 7

I was videoing one of the jocks making a fool of himself when it clicked to me that I really hadn’t seen Ryan for a while. I popped up above water and looked around. There, there he was, way out much farther than he had any reason to be, huddled on his hands and knees, clutching the board like the life-raft it was, and his mouth open like he was screaming his lungs out.

Of course I was rather far out too by now and I saw the board a jock had just fallen off shooting toward shore without the stupid jock, who was way too cool to wear the ankle leash. Why hadn’t Coach made everyone use their ankle leashes? Mano had taught him to always wear the leash! Coach was farther in pulling the jock up onto his own board. That left me. I tried to holler toward Coach, but he wouldn’t or couldn’t hear me, so I put my snorkel back in my mouth, submerged, and started swimming with the rip current after Ryan. I would have taken the board but it was floating away from where I needed to go.