It was a beautiful, sunny day in Hurricane. The grass outside of Mike's house was as green as a frog. The flowers were blooming with many different colors. Abby Schmidt was 7 at the time, and she was running around the yard, stomping on the flowers and grass. Mike Schmidt, her older brother who owned the house and lawn, was chasing after Abby. "Get back here, you little rascal!" said Mike as he was chasing the young little girl.
|| Abby's Point of View. ||
I was just running around the yard as I would on any normal day. Who was I running from? Mike of course, my older brother. He yelled "Get back here, you little rascal!" while I was running away. I replied with a loud "You can't catch me!", to which he managed to finally catch me. He lifted me in the air, and took me back inside.
|| Mike's point of view. ||
I brought Abby inside and set her down on the couch. She looked up at me with the most adorable, cutest, and downright beautiful smile ever. I smiled back at her, and then she just giggled and started watching TV. She was watching some weird cartoon about a mouse that was driving a boat. It was silly, but she liked it, and I liked it too.
|| That was the end of this chapter.
