In the dry air of a lengthy summer day, Bree sat by the pool as her long blonde hair relaxed on her shoulder. She felt under her chair for the sunscreen, gave three quick sprays, and flipped onto her belly. She adjusted her head phones, as she squinted toward the chair next to her. Ashleigh was asleep, yet again. Her face surely covered in newsprint, as it was resting one her newest book, whatever that was now.
“Cannonball!” Bree heard as a sudden tidal wave drenched her and her sister, both of them now awake, and angry.
“Andrew!” Bree yelled
“It’s summer!: he yelled. “Get used to it!”
Bree rolled her eyes. “I am so done!” She grabbed her towel. her sunscreen, and her phone, and headed in to the cabin. Ashleigh followed her slowly, carrying her towel and book in tow, appearing even more irritated than Bree.
“I hate that guy! Why do you hang out with him?” Ashleigh questioned Bree.
“Because he is my friend,” Bree responded, “a friend is someone you hang out with that….
Ashleigh interrupted, “I know what a friend is!”
“….you can’t tell…”