Sneak Attack

A eight year old girl was walking in the forest. Every time her family would go to a new place, she would wonder off to explore. She knelt down besides the river bank to examine a few fish that were swimming by. She herd rustling near by. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "This will be the 5th "sneak" attack since we've been on this trip." She thought trying her best to make sure the attacker didn't know she knew he was there. A little red haired boy jumped up from the bushes and ran after the little girl. He jumped up and attempted to pounce on her.

"Gotcha!" He yelled. She smirked and rolled to the left and landed on one knee. The little boy fell face first into the water. He popped up and struggled to swim. "Ah H-help ME!" He yelled trying to swim. The girl ran over to the river's edge and held out a hand.

"Doyle! her, take my hand." She said a little panicky. The boy stopped struggling and grabbed her hand. He smiled. She noticed. "You jerk." She said before he pulled her in. She came up and shook her head to get her bangs out of her face. She slowly turned to the boy and glared at him. "I hate you." She said. Doyle laughed.

"That may be so, but I finally got you sis." He said with one hand on his stomach and the other one pointing at her while he laughed. He stopped. "Jeez you don't need to give me that look Drew." He said. Drew pounced on him and tried to push him under water. "Wah!.. Dre.. Ah stop.. Need air." He said. Drew finally got off and laughed.

"You little brat." She said jokingly while ruffling up his hair. He smiled. The two siblings crawled out of the water and lied down on the soft river sand.

"Why does dad only train you?" Doyle asked his older sister.

"Because I'm older." She said plainly. Doyle turned to her while leaning on one arm and holding up three fingers.

"You're only two years older Drew." He said. Drew looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Let's put it this way I'm smarter.' She said.

"How so?" Doyle asked. Drew sat up and giggled.

"Well for one, If I'm two years older then why are you holding up three fingers?" She asked. Doyle blushed.

"Well, I , uh." He started.

"And for two, You're way to noisy ." She said. Doyle looked disappointed. Drew sighed. "But if you really want I can teach you what dad taught me." She said. Doyle's face brightened.

"Wow! You'd really do that Drew?" He asked. Drew nodded. Drew stood up and stretched.

"Well we should probably start heading back." Drew said. Doyle nodded in agreement.

"Yah I hope mom is making something good to eat." He said. As they started to walk away Doyle looked down and saw a bug. He smiled evilly and picked it up. He walked up in back of Drew and reached for her shirt. Drew smirked and ducked. She grabbed his arm and put it around his back and forced the other arm that was holding the bug to drop it in his shirt instead. Doyle yelped and fell to the ground screaming and crying. Finally the bug crawled out and Doyle sat up. "H-how I didn't even make a noise?" He asked. Drew laughed.

"You were breathing to heavy."