by Penny Mukes
Desmond stared at the water as it rippled slightly in the late afternoon sunlight. It certainly didn't look dangerous to him, though like everyone else in the small town he hadn't missed the hundreds of warnings about sharks in the water. He bit his lip and glanced at his surfboard; his knuckles were white and stiff. He shook them out, told himself to relax, and slipped past the caution tape into the water. The waves were too good to resist today, high and foamy. Besides, he thought, not yet noticing the small nibbling on his foot, why would a shark be attracted to me?
Penny Mukes is a 14-year-old who believes it's never too early to write a best-selling novel.