Rip Girls Page #3

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You Make

Your Own Rules.

What?

You're A Poet.

I Didn't Expect It.

I Don't Know,

It's Nice.

It Must Be Hard,

I Mean,

Learning How To Ride

The Short Ones.

Must Take Forever, Huh?

You've Never Been

Out There Before,

Have You?

What?! Why Would You

Say That?

Because You Haven't,

Right?

Well, You Mean,

Technically?

Out There Surfing?

No.

Never Even Tried?

There's Not

A Lot Of Surf

In Lake Michigan.

I Mean, Besides,

I Know What My Parents

Would Say--

Too Risky, Too Dangerous,

Too Everything.

That Is So Crazy.

Keep Your Center

Of Balance.

Now Paddle.

Harder. Harder.

Ok, Now Stand Up.

Come On, Stand Up!

Yeah!

Yeah!

You've Got It,

You're Ready.

For What?

Well, What'd You Think?

Gia?

What?

You Scared?

No.

Yeah.

Hey, Being Scared,

That's Half The Fun.

Your Heart

Pounding So Hard,

All You Want To Do

Is Quit,

And Then

Doing It Anyway.

They're Gonna Think

I'm A Major Dork.

You Don't Surf

For Your Friends.

You Do It For Yourself.

For The Way

It Makes You Feel Inside.

It's Like Floating On Clouds.

Come On.

Don't Forget,

Keep Your Board

To The Side.

Hey, You'll Get It.

In How Many Lifetimes?

No Rush. The Ocean's

Not Going Anywhere.

I Am. I'm Only Here

For 2 Weeks.

What About Makai?

I Mean,

Isn't It Yours?

Aren't You Staying?

How Can We?

My Dad's

An English Professor,

And My Stepmom

Designs Fabrics

For This Big Company.

I Don't Think

They'd Want To Move.

What About You?

What

Do You Want?

Sydney? Your Things

On The Floor?

That's Why They

Make Hampers, Ok?

[Shower Stops]

[Curtain Opens]

Sydney?

We'd Like To, Uh,

Eat Dinner At 7:
00.

Can You Be Ready?

Yeah, Sure.

Good.

Did You Have Fun With

Your Friends Today?

Were They Helpful?

What?

About Having Their

Pictures Taken.

They Didn't Mind?

Oh, Yeah.

They Were Great.

Elizabeth...

Hmm?

Since We Got Here,

Dad's Been So Weird,

You Know?

More Than Usual.

Is He Like Mad

At Me Or Something?

Has He Said Anything?

No, No, Honey,

It's Not You.

He's Not Mad

At You.

It's, Um...

Sometimes Adults

Just Get Lost In

Their Own Problems

And They Don't

Realize--

What? Is Dad

Losing His Job?

Is He Sick?

No, No, No,

Nothing Like That.

It's Just Stuff.

Boring Adult Stuff.

He Treats Me Like

I'm A Piece Of Glass,

Like I'm Gonna Break.

Well, You're

His Little Girl.

He Worries.

That's What Dads Do.

They Worry.

But It's Not Like

I'm This Out Of Control

Crazy.

I'm Really Careful.

I Know That,

And He Knows That,

And That's Good.

Sometimes I Wish I Wasn't,

That I Wasn't So Careful.

I Could Just Try Things,

Like Everyone Else.

Not Think So Much.

Sweetheart,

We All Do Things

At Our Own Pace,

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