"Come on Emily, you promised", yelled Emily's twelve year old sister Zane, as she ran full speed into Emily's room, jumped on her bed two times, and smacked her a few times. Emily groaned and pulled her covers over her head even more. Zane pouted and tugged at the covers a few times until she finally was able to yank it off of Emily. The small force sent Zane tumbling back into Emily's clothes hampers. Zane growled and got up to find a smiling Emily looking at her. "

"Haha. Nice one monkey, I thought you guys had better hand-eye coordination than that" teased Emily and shook her hands and pointed to her eye for emphasis. Zane stuck her tongue out at Emily and picked up the nearest item handy to her, which happened to be a flimsy black dirty sock, and flung it at Emily. Emily burst into laughter as the sock hit her right on the nose. "Haha. Yuck this is so gross"

"It is YOUR sock" Zane retorted.

"You know, I think I forgot to whither in pain when you angrily chucked a SOCK at my face." Emily' last statement whipped the smile off Zane's face, as she realized how sucky of a weapon a sock is. Emily smirked; she knew she had Zane there.

"Now would you like to tell me, why you barged in here ripping covers off me and what not?" asked Emily.

"Emmmmmm" Zane began, putting way too much emphasis on the "M". "You said you were going to help me practice you promised, remember?" she whinnied. Zane, just like Emily was training to become an elite swimmer. Emily loved swimming almost more than anything in the world. When her parents first introduced swimming to her, she instantly fell in love; they nearly had to drag her out of the pool on numerous occasions. Shortly after she mastered swimming, she went deep sea diving on a boat for the first time and she quickly found her second love. Then, when Zane was born, Emily could not wait until she got older so she could teach Zane everything she knew about the pool and diving. Just as Emily, Zane instantly took a huge liking to the two sports.

"I know. I haven't forgotten monkey calm down. I was just trying to sleep in a little, I did kind of you know, graduate last night cut me some slack" Emily reasoned. Emily got of her bed and stretched her arms out wildly and grazed Zane on the side of her face.

"Hey. Watch it jerk. My face is not to your laysha" Zane snapped and moved Emily's arm.

Emily shook her head "Leisure monkey, its pronounced leisure" Emily corrected her and began searching for her swimsuit.

Zane rolled her eyes, "Whatever it's called, my face is not it"

Emily turned around and just smiled at the tan child in front of her. As much as she bugs and annoys her, Emily cannot get enough of her "Monkey" Zane. She often refers to Zane as her child, or her kid because their mom is more often than not ever home. She is a trauma surgeon who is on call 24/7. It's just Emily and Zane majority of the time but in a way Emily wouldn't have it any other way. A part of her despises her mom for treating Zane the way she does, sure Emily can handle it, she's basically grown now, but Zane is still a baby, she's only twelve, she needs her mom's love and time.

Having Zane around has played a huge part in Emily growing up and maturing. She has definitely missed out on many parties and other fun affairs because she had to stay home and look after Zane. By all means, Emily loves Zane it's just sometimes she wishes she could utter a simple "yes" rather than a "sorry guys, I have to look after Zane, maybe next time." Also, another reason why Emily calls Zane her kid is because they have a very uncanny resemblance that reaches beyond sisters. They look like one in the same. They have the same tan skin tone, thick black hair, athletic build, almond shaped eyes, and they have the same mole on the top of their mouths. The only distinct differences between them are: Emily is obviously taller, older, and Zane has a very unique birthmark on her forearm that is shaped like a monkey's paw, hence why Emily calls her monkey.

"Okay, so sport, I'm going to hop in the shower and how about we head out to the lake instead of the pool" she asks. Zane's eyes immediately got wide and a huge smile formed on her face.

"Seriously!" she exclaimed. Emily always knew how to make her little sister ecstatic. Zane couldn't wait to get out to the lake and just swim freely for miles, unlike how she can swim in their backyard pool. Even though they live in a mansion with an almost Olympic size pool, there was always an end wall that sometimes got on Zane's nerves.

She always told Emily "Our pool just doesn't do it for me sometimes" she groaned, "I mean, sometimes I just want to swim and go for miles instead of having to keep turning around once I hit the wall. I need to get out my problems Em," she sighed over dramatically which caused Emily to snicker.

"You're twelve n monkey, what problems can you possibly have" she asked. Emily sometimes couldn't deal with how hilarious Zane was, however, she had to admit the kid was smarter, and more mature than you average eleven year old.

"Look don't worry about it alright, I got it, I got it," she said in her best attempt at an Italian-gangster accent, which was actually quite good.

"Yes I'm serious so I'll tell you what, I will meet you at the Lake in 45 minutes but, let's make this interesting shall we. So here's the deal, the last one there makes the other swim as many laps as they want, deal" she proposes.

Zane stared Emily right in the eye and appeared to ponder what Emily just told her. Emily held her stare even though she knows Zane will accept it; she is always fair game for any time of competition. Zane offered her hand and smiled cunningly and said "Deal". Emily shook her hand and checked her clock on the wall and waited until the long hand hit the 12 and soon as it did, they both glanced at each other and took off into the hallway to get ready. Zane headed to one bathroom and Emily the other.