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Sophomore Spring Break
Kaiaola
Ecosystem.
I was sitting on a Puerto Rican dock, rubbing my shoulder, and watching the sky.
In the distance, I could see black plumes of smoke rising over the walls of Old Town, and smelled the familiar scent of burning marshmallows.
Cane fire.
You can travel the world, but some things bring you home when you least expect it.
Like a missile, I spotted a pressure wave and a hint of a dorsal fin streaking across the harbor toward me. I stood as the wave crested, and Maka popped out of the sea.
“Miss me?” she asked.
I shrugged. “It’s only been four months since Ridgemont’s winter break. And you’re only a week late this time.”
She grabbed her hair and twisted, water dripping down and puddling around our feet.
“I had the spring break dates wrong. Yo
