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well i think i'll copy katie's and post parts of the story ive been writing here....
enjoy.....

Chapter 1
The sun was low in the early morning sky as four teens got out of a black sports car and headed down toward the beach. The footprints they left on the sand swiveled and turned every which way as the teens pranced back and forth, spinning, jumping and pushing each other around. They weren’t high or drunk, simply intoxicated with the giddiness of summer and the sounds and smells of the ocean. They reached the shore. The two boys tossed their shirts more or less towards the beach bags and ran into the waves. The older one, tall with soft brown hair and dark eyes, tried to balance himself on a surfboard. He might have been trying to impress the girls, but if so all he got for his efforts was giggles at his antics. A slightly shorter boy ran past him and dove into the water. He was a good two or three years younger, and had a deeper tan that accented his short, slightly curly blond hair. His head popped up out of the water, and in a flash he raced at the older boy and tackled him. Arms and legs thrashed as the two wrestled with each other, dunking and being dunked.
Back on the sand, the girls were taking things much easier. They had peeled off their shorts and tank tops and were arranging their towels. One girl, the one with a model figure and sparkling blue eyes, sat down and began leisurely flipping through the pages of a magazine. Her black spaghetti-strap bathing suit matched her neck-length, curly hair. The other girl flopped ungracefully onto her back, her long, silky blond hair flying every which way. She was fit, but not as slim as the first girl, with aqua-green eyes, and sported an athletic-looking blue and grey tankini. She soon tired of laying there and sat up quickly.
“Wanna join them, Chels?”
Chelsea looked up from an article on the top ten fastest ways to loose weight. Like she needed it.
“You really want to wrestle those two?”
Andrea grinned, showing perfect white teeth. Chelsea had always envied her smile; three years of wearing braces hadn’t quite done the trick for her.
“Sure. Girl power and all that, right?”
“Yes, but you’re forgetting that our power lies in our intelligence, not in our muscular strength.” Chelsea replied, feigning a wise professor look.
“Hmm, who says? Aw, come on!” Andrea leaped to her feet and held out a hand for Chelsea.
Chelsea hesitated for a moment, and then grabbed Andrea’s hand, allowing herself to be pulled up. Hand in hand, the two girls raced toward the boys and leaped on them, catching them by surprise and pushing them under momentarily.
“Hey!” Said Brandon as soon as he got his head back up. “Girls against guys, that’s not fair!”
Andrea laughed and splashed him in the face. He lunged at her but she deftly dove under and came up a couple yards away from him, only to be caught by Marco in an arm lock. Brandon swirled around in the waves and looked at Chelsea, cocking one eyebrow. She pointed a finger at him.
“Oh, no. Don’t even...aah!”
In a second Brandon had grabbed her around the waist and flung her up and in. She managed to catch hold of his ankle and tripped him up. At that moment Andrea freed herself from Marco and went flying over to finish submerging Brandon by pushing his head under. Marco threw himself on top of the three of them, and soon all that could be seen of the four teenagers was arms and legs and occasionally a head splashing and kicking and pulling at each other among the waves.
Eventually they tired of the game and someone suggested a chicken war. So Andrea climbed on Marco’s shoulders and Chelsea got up on Brandon, and the girls each tried to push the other off.
By the time they emerged from the waves and trudged across the sand to their bags, the sun was high in the sky, and their stomachs told them it was time for lunch.