It's summer. For many teens, it means sleeping in, pigging out and doing absolutely nothing. However, in a small town called Genova, 6 teenagers are in for the hardest, most exciting and tiresome summer of their lives – summer jobs.

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A goth girl named Gwen stood outside, waiting for the vacation bus. She held two large black suitcases in her hands as she waited in the blistering, hot sun.

Gwen: -sigh- I can't believe I'm doing this. Surfing isn't even my thing.

She took out the pamphlet and read it out loud.

Gwen: HELP WANTED at the brand new, five star surfing resort at Sandy Shore. Teenagers from 16 and up are welcome to take the vacation bus down to the SS hotel on June 20th for interviews and job applications.

She threw the paper down as the bus, shaped like a giant surfboard honked up. She was the first one.

The driver was a large black man with glaring eyes and a loud voice.

Hatchet: I AM BUS DRIVER, TOUR GUIDE AND TRANSPORTER OF THE SS RESORT. NICE TO MEET YOU, NOW SIT YOUR BUTT DOWN!

Gwen ran onto the bus and sat in the furthest seat away from him.

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Geoff had always had an eye for surfing. He was just one of those people who were naturally talented at everything. He had one duffel bag slung over his muscular shoulder as he stretched out in the warm sun.

Geoff: I am so stoked! WOOOO!

He heard from a distance the loud noise of the vacation bus as he put on his shades and stepped into the bus.

So far, the scene was not a very good one. He could see a goth girl with her headphones plugged into her ears. The music was so loud that he could hear it all the way from the front of the bus.

Geoff walked over and sat in the seat in front of her as he looked back and smiled.

Geoff: I'm Geoff, nice to meet you brah!

Gwen, who obviously couldn't hear him, glared and looked back at the window.

He scratched his neck and looked outside as well.

Geoff: tough crowd.

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Trent had seen the pamphlet and thought it would be a good idea to register. Music camp was no longer an option for him so he thought he might as well make some money.

With his guitar on his back and one green suitcase in his arm, he waited outside. His aviators gave him the confidence that he needed to, kind of a ridiculous good luck charm.

The bus had finally arrived as he smiled.

Trent: awesome.

He stepped into the bus and looked around. Two others were there. A cute gothic girl and a blonde party boy.

Trent: this should be fun..

He walked back to where Gwen was sitting and placed his guitar down.

Trent: hey, I'm Trent.

Geoff looked back and smiled widely

Geoff: the name's Geoff, nice to meet you, dude!

They bumped fists as Trent gazed over at Gwen.

Geoff: don't even bother, I tried talking to her before. She won't really... respond.

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Courtney was on the phone with her friend as she waited outside. She had three suitcases filled with medical aid, clothes and basically everything one could imagine

Courtney: I know this is going to be great! I'm gonna make money and use the funds for college. Huh? Oh, I know. But who cares?! I've been surfing before and I'm sure I'll improve. I mean, c'mon, it's me we're talking about here.

The bus honked up as she gasped.

Courtney: okay, look, the bus just arrived. I'll catch you later.

She hung up and skipped onto the bus. She greeted Hatchet and struggled to get her luggage to fit in one seat.

Trent and Geoff eyed her, then each other and smiled.

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Bridgette was probably the most excited about working at the SS resort out of everybody. She was born a surfer and knew how to rock the waves better than anything else. She tied her long blonde hair back and smiled, her surfboard tucked under her arm.

The bus had chugged up and she could see people were already there.

As she walked up, she accidently smacked Hatchet in the face and tripped over her own feet. She finally took a seat next to Courtney and smiled at everyone.

Bridgette: hey guys!

Geoff: heyyy there, I'm Geoff.

He tipped his cowboy hat and winked

Bridgette: -giggles- Bridgette.

The bus continued on as Hatchet yelled

Hatchet: ONE MORE STOP FOOLS AND THEN WE HEAD OFF TO THE SS.

Courtney rolled her eyes at him and looked back to her electronic agenda when the bus abruptly stopped. Some hooligan was standing in the middle of the road.

Trent opened his window and looked out.

Trent: some punk almost got run over. Oh, wait a second, that punk is one of us.

The doors of the bus screeched open as Duncan, the juvenile delinquent stepped on. Courtney looked up from her task and gasped. He had a bright green Mohawk and more piercings than anyone she had ever seen.

Duncan threw his bag into the first seat and jumped into the seat in front of her.

Duncan: hey gorgeous.

Courtney made a disgusted face at him as he winked.

This was the new staff of the SS and so far, it wasn't looking at all too good.