Storms. Chris Vick
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2017
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Source ISBN: 9780008158354
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Version: 2017-03-17
For Julia, Lucy, Steve and Janine. You know why.
Contents
Part One: Before the Storms
Jake
Hannah
Jake
Hannah
Jake
Hannah
Jake
Part Two: September – The First Storm
Jake
Jake
Hannah
Jake
Hannah
Jake
Hannah
Hannah
Jake
Hannah
Jake
Part Three: Between the Storms
Jake
Hannah
Hannah
Jake
Jake
Jake
Hannah
Jake
Hannah
Jake
Jake
Hannah
Part Four: Storms
Jake
Hannah
Hannah
Hannah
Jake
Hannah
Jake
Jake
Hannah
Jake
Hannah
Hannah
Jake
Jake
Hannah
Jake
Part Five: After the Storms
Hannah
Hannah
Hannah
Hannah
Jake
Hannah
Jake
Hannah and Jake, Jake and Hannah
Acknowledgements
Books by Chris Vick
About the Publisher
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Forecast
Winds: light-variable
Conditions: calm
Waves: clean, fun, 2ft
Blue skies, calm seas.
No major swell, people. A few 2 or 3 ft peelers on the more exposed beaches.
But hey, it’s summer. The sky is blue.
Enjoy the balmy weather.
Get on a longboard.
Drink beer.
Have fun.
THE PLAN WAS to get to the beach for a sunset surf, then sit round the fire with some other idiots and their girlfriends, talking shit and sinking beers. When he’d had his fill of it, he’d fall on his sleeping bag, drunk. After a few hours’ kip, he’d be woken by the dawn, and the crash of waves.
Surf. Party. Dawn surf. Home for Mum’s fry-up. That was the plan. Not falling for some girl.
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