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There's too much choice and not enough time. Too much, too much.

Aiming for the head, can't count.

Training day one has just begun.

Day one of the next year of our lives.

It begins with the soft sand job. Good for lactic acid tolerance in your large

muscle group. The quads, hams and the glute max.

Helps you hold it steady down the tube.

Followed with hard sand sprints. The most fast twitch muscle fibers. Feeds up

reflexes and response time.

Gets you up on your board faster.

And burns off excess hamburgers. Go!

Come on, faster, faster, faster, faster.

After this, let's hope we get to hit the impact zone.

Okay, nice start, everyone.

Now we're going to split into two groups.

Beauty's go with Deb, Beast stay with me on the beach. Tomorrow, Beast go with

Deb, Beauty's come with me. We see a pattern forming?

Six days a week for the next 40 weeks.

Come on, Perry, breath in every six strokes.

Anna,

not bad.

Fly, we're going to have to keep practicing this because if you get wiped

Big Surf, then you need to be able to hold your breath until you come up to

surface.

Not a bad life, huh?

Two hours of this, before and after school, every day.

It doesn't get any better.

Come in.

OK, great work, everyone.

Let's get moving.

First day of school is waiting.

That's right.

School.

If you don't make it as a surfer, and some of us won't, you have to have

something to fall back on. This girl is awful.

You can't be serious about this. He looks fine. Oh, isn't it too bad?

But why do we have to wear these things?

Democracy in action. If we look equal, we are equal.

Equally awful.

Well, at least you don't have to think about what to wear in the morning.

Yeah, I tried telling that to Perry.

Something wrong?

That's a very interesting version of a school uniform, Perry.

It's just a few minor adjustments.

Beck said they weren't that strict.

The true back?

Yeah, sort of.

Which means it's crucial to make a good first impression.

Hey,

they've already gone in. Yeah, ten minutes ago.

Right, the first impression we give is a bunch of surf bums. So up ourselves, we

think we can get away with being late on day one.

Toilets are that way.

Antique? Over there.

Go up here, we missed the front office and the exterminator. The who? The

principal. Get on his wrong side and your history. Trust me. We do not want

run into... Mr Exeter.

Finally. The surf academy team.

Follow me.

This could be some sort of record.

Expelled before we're even enrolled.

I'm sorry, Mr Exeter. It's just it's their first day and... We didn't know

to go.

Well, I did. It's just that they had no... What? Ten minutes lateness.

I saw the swell out there this morning. I trust all the training will pay off

big time, eh, Beck?

Remember, we're counting on you.

I don't believe it.

Who's actually not? There are a total of ten pages.

Make sure you have them all.

Rebecca.

We'll save all other intros at this late stage.

I'm not going to be sick.

I'm not going to be sick. Now, where am I kind of... Yeah.

If you'll all kindly find a seat while I continue...

detailing the term's assignments.

Biotechnology and genealogy?

I haven't covered that.

Oh, man, am I.

What am I doing here?

To make it work at a new school, there's two sets of people you've got to win

over. The professors... All right!

..and the punters.

Without them on your side, life can be hell.

Well, I...

I can see we're not going to get very far with the business of learning until

we've addressed the burning issue of the week. Right, Joe?

I think it's best we do it now, sir.

Well, I'm going to take a walk down to the storeroom to get those extra books.

That give you enough time?

Yeah, it should do.

No way, Bec, you were this mob for two days and you forgot to tell them?

Simmer's had us doing so much training, it's not like... It's just Surf Academy

suck up now, Bec. Oh, give her a break, Darby. Bec's still cool. Thanks, Blair.

You know, you lot get all the special treatment this year and we're up for

one thing. Will someone tell us what the hell's going on here? Yeah, what do you

want us to do?

The inter -school surf comp this weekend. They need a team to defend the

It's assumed we'll rep with the school team and win.

We've only had it for ten years.

It'd be pretty lame if the school and the surf academy lost it.

The least we could do. Yeah.

Why wouldn't we?

They're just school kids. We'll cane them. Yeah, well, you better.

Centuries will already put up with you guys around here.

Great. I'll iron my bikini then.

Sounds good.

Let's start sorting out the team.

Okay, folks, gather round for the good oil.

Amazing. For a first day of school, this is about as good as it gets.

Hey, it worked out this morning, right? Splitting the groups, I mean.

Yeah, it did.

So, can we go through your schedule for the afternoon sessions?

You planning on coming along? Yeah, sometimes.

Does that bother you?

Nope. That's fine.

Where can I put all this?

Yeah, I suppose you'll need somewhere to work.

Yeah, that'd be good.

Thanks.

Somewhere you can file your reports on my progress.

Here, I'll clear your spot.

Here you go.

No wonder you never got my emails.

Yeah, I parked it a few months ago.

Well, we can get someone in to fix it for you. No, getting along fine without

it. Oh, it's no trouble.

Actually, I think I'm going to need a desk in here.

Do you mind if I move things around?

Sure, whatever you need.

Can you girls move over?

Quiet, please.

And Joe, as team captain, you should be in the back row.

Does everyone sign the entry forms?

Yes.

Excellent.

Now all the names are on the list. Miss Lane can factor it in. And you'll be

officially in the program as the Blue Water High Senior Surfing Team.

Banner up and smile.

How easy was that?

Surfed in a school this Saturday.

Hammered the opposition.

The school's stoked to have her. Get out of jail free card for the whole year.

Yes.

And don't you just love the photo?

Have you heard about the two parties this weekend?

You got invites already?

Yeah. I wonder what the deal is with going out on a Saturday night.

Hey, Bert. Your brother's been nice to me.

Friendly, even.

Hope it lasts.

Three assignments and a novel by the end of the week. Yeah.

Whatever happened to that first week's lunch?

I still can't believe none of us got our heads flushed. Oh, relax.

The school is stoked to have her.

Yeah, right.

I really think it might all be okay.

And it gets better.

Not only is Solar Blue throwing you guys a party, but you also get a chance to

meet some of the pro surfers that we sponsor before they fly to Hawaii.

Great. Nice.

And all this is to celebrate us signing our contract.

That's right.

Official invitations with your names and photos on them? Oh, let's see.

Cool. Wow.

Hang on, Deb. We can't do this on Saturday. The times clash at the school

comp. You're not taking part in that.

You're kidding. We have to. We're already entered in the program.

Then we'll withdraw you. Oh, Deb, you can't. Yes, we can.

You guys are in the spotlight here.

How would it look if you got beaten in some little regional comp by a bunch of

school kids?

Yeah, but we're school kids too, aren't we? You're potential champions.

You're given clothes and equipment and entry fees by Solar Blue.

Which means they own her. Which means they stand by you in tough times and

injury. Right, Anna?

But not if you risk yourself in some council of kamikaze wannabe surfers who

barely know the rules.

Come on.

We surf every day. We're used to looking after ourselves out there. Not on

Saturday, you don't. Deb, you don't understand.

I understand that there are plenty of other major surf events for you to focus

on for the rest of the year.

Forget the school of comps.

It's not negotiable.

You realise that school won't win without at least some of us on the team.

We're way higher standard than the other kids.

Apart from Joe.

Dark life and too dastardly to mention.

Maybe Deb's got a point.

Maybe we shouldn't be wasting ourselves on school and stuff.

Well, that sort of attitude's going to buy us a lot of friends.

But we're not ever friends.

Speak for yourself.

My brother's surf captain and he's relying on us.

Ah, he's... Blue jeans normally fit the dark description.

So you tell Joe there's nothing we can do about it?

That we've got no choice.

We don't have a choice. That's bull. They can't stop you from surfing. Well,

they have. Joe, it's not our fault.

Well, if all of you pull out now, you know we have no chance. Yeah, we tried,

but they won't let us. Yeah, we couldn't have tried very hard.

I don't see the big deal anyway.

Just surf it yourself.

What are you, poofy?

That's enough!

That's enough!

Principal's office.

Now.

All right, the rest of you, sit.

Books on the floor, one pen only on the desk.

This is a test.

This will determine what stream you put into.

Hands down.

Bring your capers to me before you leave.

What the hell did you do that

for? I didn't do anything.

You did it on purpose.

Paranoid freak.

That's enough, Jarvie.

Get to your next class.

First detention of the year. What a record.

First test I've stopped up in my life.

Who gives about a stupid test?

Who gives about a stupid school?

I give, Edge.

I don't want to muck this year up.

Hey, Emma!

What? What's the matter with them?

I think we get the point.

It's like this.

We have to live a double life this year.

One life for solar blue, and the other our normal school life.

And by not surfing for the school this weekend, we're saying that our school

life comes second. Yeah, that's good. Just say exactly that. In the case of

people versus Deb and Simone, for the people is Matthew Leyland.

I put our case forward. If I get it right, it might be all it takes.

He can kill at ten paces with one lash of his tongue. The word sweet talk,

Heath, not hit man.

Let me practice. I'm only going to get one shot at this. Good luck.

Hi, Simmo.

You got a minute?

Save it, Matt. There's no point.

But I think that... Mate, I've just got off the phone to your head, mate. I

don't want to have an argument with you lot too.

I see, but... Go and tell everyone. They're just going to have to roll with

punches on this one, okay?

Okay, but... Because that's what I have to do too.

How'd you go?

Didn't even get in the door.

What?

Is the seat taken?

No. I think the show's over.

I'll just sit here till the next session then.

You know, the ancient Egyptians used to make rafts and escape across the sea.

Yeah, that's an option.

We could go away to Tahiti, become professional surf bums.

Or we could figure out a way a couple of us could be in two places at once.

You mean surf for school comps and make the welcome party on Saturday?

Yeah. Now you're talking.

So two of us surf, is that enough?

It's enough to be both with.

We'll win.

Okay, which two?

You pick.

So Beck and I are going to serve for the school on Saturday.

It's up to everyone else to sweet -talk the solar blue people so they don't

notice when we disappear.

What if some of us are no good at sweet -talking? It's okay, fly.

I'll do your shit for you.

Okay, there's been a girl teacher at one and the guys are straight after.

Cool, we'll leave our boards with you.

Just make sure no other students or teachers find out what we're planning.

Is it really worth it, Matt?

If you get caught...

This

team, our Surf Academy students, Dean, Matthew, Heath, Harry, Rebecca,

Fiona and Anna, standing here before me, Now, we're not only signing their

talent, but also their integrity and hard work.

And obviously, we're signing their commitment as young Soul of Blue

representatives. Come on, come on, I've got four minutes to go.

What's that?

Blue at Ohio to make some last -minute team changes. Cutting a fine, aren't

Okay, so why don't we spark up that barbecue?

And later on, I'll meet with all of you individually, and we'll sign those

contracts.

Okay, Beck, go.

Beck!

Come over and meet Louise Castle.

Now what are we doing, Matt?

Perry, what are you doing?

Where's Beck?

She couldn't leave. You've got me instead.

I'll do my best.

Let's go.

Suddenly this whole thing's gone pear -shaped.

How are we going to keep all this under control and try to win a surf comp?

I was crazy even to suggest it.

Harry was right.

Hey, guys, guys, I'm sorry, but both teams were penalised. But I had the

She obstructed me.

The ASA rules don't... We don't follow the ASA rules in school comps. That's

crazy. I'm sorry, but... Don't mind the mess, Andrew.

No, it's fine.

Right, Heath?

Yeah, real.

Home beautiful, Simmo.

Let's keep it low -key, Heath. This is the legal contract you're signing here.

Maybe there's an outside chance we can still pull this off.

Edge is keeping Mr. Solar Blue happy, and if everything keeps ticking along

fine, Perry should be back at any moment.

Congratulations, Edge.

Disaster, Matt!

They just qualified us when some stupid Redmond High chick smashed into me.

They're not counting your score? No.

Hey, Matt, the head honcho said to tell you to go in.

He can't. He's about to start. Go, go. We'll cover for you.

If we all keep calm, we'll be fine.

Hey, uh, have you got a hairdryer? That wet looks a dead giveaway.

Oh, no.

Okay,

Matt, just focus.

One good serve and you'll be set for the year.

You don't know what I've done.

Here is life on the run.

You don't know what I've done.

But the fever is back

in. The whole world is tossing in.

The fever is back in.

The whole world is tossing in.

It's a dead heat for first.

We're in the final. Okay, guys, I've got to go.

No, you can't, because the highest individual scorer gets into the final. I

can't. You have to wait, because it could be you.

Woo -hoo!

I'm officially in, guys. Okay, Perry, your turn.

Okay. You guys seen Matt? He's up next.

Okay, girls.

We need to wrap this up shortly. Yeah, no problem. We'll push the last two

through quickly, all right? Sure.

Hey, can you find Matt?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Will the following please come to the marching area for the final?

For North Beach High, James McCullen. Matt, you've got to get back now.

leaving in 20 minutes. Blue Water High, Matthew Baylor.

No, you can't do it. Why?

You have to do it.

Decision time.

Surf the final to avoid the school year from hell or back to the boarding house

to sign my new contract.

What a choice.

We'll make it back.

Matt. Matt.

Matt, we have to get back.

Matt. Yeah, it's a cushy life. Get paid to go surfing.

Sorry, Luke, can I borrow the girls? Yeah, no problems. I've got a split to

catch a plane anyway. Very clever. Did you think I wouldn't notice Perry's wet

hair and Matt skiving off?

You've all been dodging about so that she and Matt could surf the school comp.

After we told you not to.

But hey, you know better than the coaches, right?

So, did you win?

What about you, Perry?

Girls were disqualified, Mr Mitchell.

And the open boys, well, we still don't know.

Great. So one of our stars gets pummeled by a bunch of ordinary school kids.

Where's the other one? Where's Matt?

Oh, he'll be here in like a minute. Oh, forget it. We've got a plane to catch.

If his contract means so little to him... Andrew, give him a minute, mate.

here he... It is.

Matt.

Oh, no.

That feeling in your guts when you know you've really stuffed up.

You've got five minutes to convince me why we should even bother keeping you.

Come on.

Did we win? I couldn't stay to find out.

You know, we spend tens of thousands on you guys.

Accommodation. Travel, coaching, fees.

And it's not as if we're asking a lot in return.

Yeah. No.

So?

So?

So what do I say to get out of this one?

And they told me you were the articulate one, Matt. The really bright one.

Yeah, well, I'm bright enough to know that we shouldn't have to choose between

surfing and school. Not at this age, anyway.

School would have been hell for us if we hadn't done that comp.

Training, surfing, school.

You know, it's harder to balance all that than balance on skinny bits of

fiberglass out on a wave.

But I thought you'd know that better than anyone, Mr. Mitchell.

You were doing part -time business studies while you were a pro surfer.

That's how you got to start Solar Blue, wasn't it?

Been doing your homework on me. I always do my homework.

You know, it was a big decision for me to come here. I wanted it more than

anything. But I wasn't going to stuff up school for it. But you didn't mind the

risk of losing your contract.

No, I wasn't going to lose either one.

Okay, man.

Let's get this contract signed.

I've got a plane to catch.

Out on the waves, you've got to make your own decisions.

You can't have your coach or your parents beside you.

Sometimes, those decisions are bad.

Sometimes, they all work out okay.

There's too much choice and not enough time.

Too far, one more.

Aiming for the head, get down.

You're the only one.