This was so stupid. Why did my mom have to bring me here? I hate to swim. It's not like I have a fear of the water or anything, but I hate swimming. My mom, when she was in high school was a regional champion of swimming. She wanted her only daughter to become exactly what she had wanted as well and when I showed the slightest interest in swimming, signed me up and told me it was a birthday present when I was 7.
Now, my mom was sitting on the ledge of the pool with her feet in the water, waiting for her aquatic aerobics class to start. She saw me looking at her and smiled back. I looked away with a scowl on my face. "Marie, you should take all the examples your brothers give you and be swim again. We could resign you to those wonderful swimming lessons" Yeah, right mom, use my wonderful, swimtastic, and enthusiastic brothers as an example. They didn't care if they swam or not, but they favored it because it gave them the six pack that the girls at their school liked. Ugh, this was going to be a long hour, I put my feet up on a chair that was across from me and pulled out one of the Harry Potter books. It was the Goblet of Fire. My luck is horrible and my horrible luck had me be up to the part with the whole underwater scene with the gillyweed and the mermaids and the dude who tried to transform himself into a shark...
I did like to swim and I was good at it. I knew I didn't want to admit it, but I did. My mom put so much pressure on me though and I couldn't take it. I am a laid back girl with the go with the flow kinda attiutude and I don't like pressure. I can handle it, but I try to avoid it if it's possible. Examples would include doing a book report early cause I really suck at doing them overnight. I felt so free, I felt so much better in the water than on land, but I guess that's just because I'm such a socially awkward person that I don't have many friends. But I'm pretty sure that if I had to choose my favorite element, it would be water. I am such a loser with a boring life...
Back at my house, in my normal world (though nothing is ever normal), my brothers were banging around I their room and I was getting pretty annoyed every time I thought I heard something break. After I heard them roll out of their room, into the hall, and come closer to my room, were I was pretty sure they were going to break something, I got up and marched out of my room. As I opened my door, I couldn't see anything because there were no lights on. The light from my room filled the hallway and I could see my brother's faces. The idiots as I like to call them in my mind. Two of my brothers, Robert and Phil had been wrestling and had ended up just inches from my door. Bob ( as we call Robert) and Phil were my twin brothers, they were identical twins. Some people often commented that they were really hard to tell apart even when they were right next to each other. But the thing is that Phil's face was just a bit thinner and his eyes had just the tinniest bit of light blue mixed into his color of emerald green. Bob's eyes were just a deep shade of emerald green. And don't get me wrong, both of their eyes had beautiful colors, but I liked Phil's eyes better.
Since we're on this topic of my siblings, let me explain the rest of my brother. Like I mentioned before, I'm the only girl of all of my siblings. In total, I have four brothers, Bob, Phil, Fred, and Paul. Bob and Phil are the oldest (Bob is older than Phil by 19 minutes though) they're both 18 and are in their senior year of high school. They both have dirty blonde hair and are both very outgoing and loud, Fred is the sweetest of all my brothers. He has dark brown hair and dark brown eyes that seem to melt every time he needs to express an emotion. It's not even funny, because when he does it to me, I always fall for whatever he wants me to do. He has the darkest eyes in the family, and his may be the lest exotic, but let me tell you, Fred is very handsome. He's a junior in sophomore in high school, and he's already been on like 5 dates with 5 different girls. Trust me, he's also very charismatic, so he gets along with everybody, and don't tell anybody this but he's my favorite brother because I an tell all of my secrets to and he wouldn't tell a soul. I fit in right about now, because I'm the third kid in the family, Marie. I have twilight black hair and dark blue eyes. I have a dimple under both of my eyes and a round, heart shaped face. My hair is a about four inches longer than my shoulder and has curls running throughout the hair. It's about medium length, but kinda on the shorter side. Enough about me though, let's move on. My little brother Paul is next. He's in fifth grade and when I see him, I swear, I always think of all my older brother combined. He has beautiful green eyes that have some of that golden hazel tinge to it. It's so pretty. He's very funny and has a lot of friends. I'm sure that when he gets to Paul's age, he's gonna be the guy that all the girls want. He has chocolate brown hair that accents the green-gold of his eyes perfectly.
Anyway, as I look down at my brothers, I harshly whisper to them, "get up! You guys knows that mom doesn't like it when you guys tear the house apart when you try to settle out you problems in you own "special way"!" When I said special way, I made those air quotation marks and made this face. They saw me and they started giggling like a bunch of the gossipy school girls who wants to a laugh, but can keep it in.
