"Should we call ahead?" They wouldn't believe us anyways. Let's get going." The pilot added power and climbed back on course. "I wonder if he's the on...y survivor." We'll know soon enough."Mike paddled back to the camp. He screamed as he ran up the beach. The girls came running. A plane, a plane was all they could get from Mike. Finally he was able to tell them a coherent story. 'Would they be rescued?' was all they could talk of.Two hours later, a French naval plane took off and headed for a. For once, there were no plans, no dangers, nothing she had to deal with. She was just a teen, enjoying the pool with her friends.Well, most of her friends. Robin was down with MORFS, but there was nothing any of them could do for her but wait it out. Then they could welcome her to the world in her new form.But for now, she could just enjoy swimming, watching Sherry show off her dives and aquabatics, watching Star Dawn show off her light effects, and everyone having a good time. At one point,. He managed to find me a few minutes later.He actually was not a bad-looking man, with his six foot one frame, deep tan, smooth chocolate hair, and sky blue eyes. After some small talk, during which I wasn’t really paying attention, he asked what types of things I enjoyed for fun. I rattled off some of the stuff I read on his profile sheet, things I had actually done so that I could discuss them intelligently— a couple of spaghetti Western movies I had seen with my dad, tennis, and shooting at a. I hit him clean. He caught it and was almost too surprised to keep running. Touchdown. Just like that. It was pretty cool.Not only did we break our losing streak that night, we beat the number two team in the state doing it. You'd have thought we won world war three or something. Everybody and their mother wanted to talk to me.After the game, and after all the hooplah died down and I was the last one in the locker room, Amber Jones walked in while I was still in the shower. Amber is the head.