Dawn and the Surfer Ghost by Ann M. Martin

Author:Ann M. Martin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2014-12-26T16:00:00+00:00

I wrote that letter to Mallory when I returned home from the beach on Saturday evening. It had been a beautiful day, sunny and warm. I had spent the morning working at the beach program, with Sunny. The kids had just about worn us out, and when the program ended we practically collapsed, glad we had decided to spend the rest of the afternoon just relaxing. We set up a spot in the sand with our blankets laid out neatly and our thermoses of juice close by. Then we sat back and watched the waves for a while.

“Hey, guys!” said Jill, from behind us. She and Maggie were floundering through the sand, weighted down with blankets and beach bags. Jill’s sister Liz had driven them to the beach to meet us, and the plan was for Liz to pick us up at the end of the day and drive us home.

“We brought some great munchies,” said Maggie, setting her bag down next to me.

“We could stay here for a week, with all this food,” said Jill, laughing. “Maggie fixed sandwiches, and I made oatmeal cookies. Plus, we brought a whole bunch of fruit.”

I realized I was starving, and I guess Sunny was, too. We helped ourselves to sandwiches and offered our juice to Maggie and Jill. For a while, nobody said a word. We were too busy eating.

“How come you guys aren’t surfing today?” asked Jill, when she had finished the last bite of her sandwich.

“We decided to take a day off,” Sunny answered. “The waves seem a little high.” We looked out at the waves. They were high, but plenty of surfers were out. The really good surfers love to ride those screamers. As I mentioned before, they use extra-large boards, called guns, when the waves are big. Actually, some surfers call those boards rhino-chasers. Great name, isn’t it? I think surfing slang is almost as much fun as surfing itself.

“The contest is still on, isn’t it?” asked Maggie. “I heard a rumor that it was going to be cancelled.” Maggie and Jill like horseback riding better than surfing, but they pay attention to a good surfing rumor when they hear one.

“No way!” said Sunny. “It’s definitely on.”

“But some people are dropping out,” I added. “They think the contest is jinxed or something. Because of Thrash disappearing.”

“Not just that,” said Sunny. “What about all the accidents?”

There had been several minor accidents in the past week or so. A couple of surfers had been hurt, but neither of them badly. Some people said it was just coincidence. Others claimed that the ghost of Thrash was responsible, that he was haunting the beach and trying to mess up the contest. Guess which theory I believed? Right. I was still convinced that Thrash would haunt the beach until his murderer was exposed and justice was done. But I didn’t know how to find out who the murderer was.

“Check out Paul!” cried Sunny suddenly, pointing toward the waves. “He’s really carving that breaker!”

Carving, in case you’re wondering, means surfing very well.

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