Chasing the Break by Michael Panckridge

Author:Michael Panckridge
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ford Street Publishing
Published: 2018-11-06T16:00:00+00:00

During lunch, Mr Spears made an announcement.

‘Now, there’s been a little confusion over this surfing competition,’ he said. ‘The competition will go ahead and I want you to assume that both the surfing and the iron events will not only go towards determining the Legend of Surf, but also go towards the Sandhurst Legend of Sport.’

I had my head down, but I sensed that Mr Spears was looking at me, or Bryce, wherever he was.

One kid who wasn’t looking pleased was Fisk. Unfortunately, I caught his eye. He was shaking his head slowly and sneering at me. I tried to put on an innocent sort of puzzled look. Tried.

Plenty of kids had decided to enter the surfing event. Matty explained that there would be six heats and that the best from each heat would go through to the final. He said he had ranked us all and then put us in our correct groups so that the better surfers were split up.

I was pretty surprised to find out that Fisk was in the last group with me. We had to sit together on the beach as a group and wait while the first groups went out to catch their waves. This gave Fisk plenty of opportunities to get at me.

‘Pity I had to wreck your little game, Grady. You, Flavel and the Fatboy are in real trouble now. Mr Spears knows everything.’

I went for the ignorant approach.

‘Don’t know what you’re talking about, Fisk.’

‘Of course you do, idiot. I heard you talking in your room the other night. Bloody Fatboy was lucky I didn’t snot him then. What does he know about my father and anything, hey? He won’t know what’s hit him after I get to him.’

‘Travis, it was just a joke. It’s nothing.’ Fisk was losing it. I turned away and looked out to where the first group of surfers was riding waves in. There was a girl out there doing really well. She’d already had two pretty good rides, and was racing out to get a few more before the whistle blew.

‘Who’s the girl?’ I asked. A kid behind me looked up.

‘Penny Watson. Her dad runs a surf shop,’ he said.

I was amazed I hadn’t noticed her earlier.

The waves were much smaller now, but she was working them really well, pushing down on the front of the board and pulling back just at the right moment to get the absolute max out of the wave.

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