The secrets of Silver Lake

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It was three weeks before the summer vacation My brother Joan and I were busy making plans with our friends, and we were surprised when my parents bought an old wooden cabin on Silver Lake in the Catskill Monutain, northe of New York. "It will be a good idea to get our of the city and your mum will enjoy swimming in the lake", said Dad, when we came bome fron school one day. A few weeks later, we drove to adventure for Joan and me, and I will never forget it. We drove to the montains on a stormy day. "Eddie, llok at that lightning!" Joan said to me and he pointed to a long white line in the sky. The thunder was very loud and it was raining so haevily that it was hard to see the road. " Let's stop for some lunch until the storm passes," Dad suggested.

"Not for long, though" Mum said. "I want to see our cabin before dark."

"Fine," Dad said. "We'll only stop for a short time."

We stopped at an old café. There was a neon "Coca-Cola" sign adove the door and another wooden sign beside it with the word " Sandwiches" on it. It was cold inside the café and there was a strong smell of rain. We were happy to return to or warm car.

We arrived at Silver Lake just before night. We saw some plain wooden bungalows for rent. Then, further down, there was a long road with trees and plant on either side. At the end of the road, near a wood, there was a small white cabin- our cabin. Next to the cabin there was a enormous old house, three floors high. The house was separated fron our cabin by some bushes and a wide path. This house and our cabin were very isolated. "Let's take our things into the jouse!" Dad suggested. We quickly took suitcases. baseball equipment, badminton rackets, bags of food an boxes of kitchen things out of the car and ran with them through the rain into the cabin. The cabin wan't in good condition.

"Wll, it seems that no one has libed here for a long time," Mum said, looking round. "Or cleaned for a long time either," she added, shaking her head incredulously. The cabin smelled and Mum quickly opened a window.

Jon didn't look very happy. "Don't worry, Jon," Mum said when she saw his face. "It will look much better after we decorate it and do some work in the yard."

I  took off my baseball cap and looked around the room. "I like it. It's cool!" I said. "Well, it will be cook one day."

"Yes, one day," Mum said quietly, looking at the dirty old kitchen.

"Everything will be OK," Dad said, giving Mum a kiss. "We'll all work together and soon we'll hace a beautiful home."

 In the centre of the cabin, there was a large room with doors to all the oter rooms. The kitchen was at the bake of the houre on the right, and three bedroom doors were opposite you as you walked in.

 "Well, it isn't like those nice, warm houses in the movies, with big wooden stairs and secret passages," I thought, "but it's ours,"

The best part was the big window with a view of Silver Lake. It was such a big lake that we could only see part of it. The water was very calm.

"That's the way lakes look after a lot of rain," Mum explained. " Enjoy it now while it's peaceful and you can still her the birds. Tomorrow, a lof of people and motoboats will come and make a lot of noise."

"Which room is mine?" Jon asked. We looked in each bedroom. Obviously, the biggest room was for our parents. There was a very samall room with a salanted ceiling and one window and a bigger room with two windows. "Ells, Jon, which room do you want?" I asked. I was already 14, but I decided to let my 11-year-old brother choose his room first.

"Can I hace the small one?" Jon asked. "I like it better."