Shafts of sunlight poured through the abundance of trees, making the lake shine like a polished mirror. My brother James and I rolled up our knee length shorts and waded into the water. It was icy cold. The ground was uneven and rocky. A shoal of small silver fish swam past. I'd waded quite far now and James was starting to whine.

"Come back Amina!" he moaned impatiently.

I sighed irritably, tucked my mouse coloured hair behind my ears and began to wade back towards the edge of the lake.

"C'mon," I sighed as I passed James.

He followed quickly. When we reached the edge of the lake (and I had FINALLY managed to get James out), mum handed us each a towel. We dried of our dripping legs and pulled our crocks over our feet. Mum took the towels from us and shoved them in the carrier bag that she had brought with her. We began to walk back to our house.

The sun was shining brightly on my face, but I did not feel hot. I brushed a fly off my face and adjusted my sunglasses. The wind rustled the tree tops around us, gently.

"Where's James?" Mum asked.

"TAG! You're it!" James seemed to appear from no-where. He thumped me hard on the back then charged off ahead of Mum and me. Little brothers these days! I rolled my hazel - green eyes then noticed the 'don't be a spoil sport,' look that mum was giving me.

"What?" I asked.

"Go and play with your little brother" she said

"Do I HAVE to?" I groaned.

"Yes." she replied firmly

"Oh fine then!" I muttered at her.

I charged after James cursing mum for making me play the stupid, boring game. I soon caught up with my brother. I jabbed him in the arm shouting 'TAG' as I did so. James stopped

"I don't want to play anymore!" he said breathlessly.

"For goodness' sake James you do this every time just to get your own way!" I replied.


"Yes you do! You always change things around to suit you! You're so selfish."

"NO I 'm not!"

James was shouting and close to tears. I sighed, knowing that it was useful arguing with him. James ALWAYS got his own way- no matter what. Mum came round the corner.

" What are you two arguing about now?" she asked in the demanding yet gentle way that she always used to silence James and I.

"Nothing" I said through gritted teeth.

I glowered grudgingly at my brother. He stuck his tongue out at me.

We all walked home in a grumpy silence.

That is how things always end in my family.