Amber, young American wannabe pro-surfer, trying to achieve.

Amber watches the waves crush on the shoreline.
Today was rough.

Nothing better to catch a big wave.
And she had caught quite a few today.

At times, though, she was scared by the sea when it was so rough.
She loved surfing, she lived for the thrill of it, but sometimes, fear had the better of her.
And it made her do some terrible mistakes.

It was almost as she gets paralyzed, there on the board, when it happens.
A moment, and she's down, struggling for air.
Being caught under tons of water wasn't a pleasnt mental image, but it wasn't that..
She couldn't explain why it happened.

But she had sworn to herself and to her brother Matt, that she would have made it like a pro surfer.
She wasn't a quitter, thought to herself, kissing the bracelet her brother brought for her from Maui.
She missed him so much.
That's why she trained and trained.
To control theese sporadic accidets.

She squeezes her braid of blonde hair, and unzips her wetsuit.
By the moment she opens it slightly, revealing her tanned skin underneath, she gets the feeling of being observed.

She looks around.
The beach is crowded. But no one seems to look at her in particular.
Yeah she is spectacular blonde, taking off a skin tight wetsuit, but... come on... we are on a beach!

Then she notices movement behind a palm tree. The lens of a camera blind her for a moment.
Someone seems to be taking pictures of her.
"What the fuck?"
She is used to that when she is in the water, during a contest.
But this perv is taking photos of her while she undresses!