It was a week before the accident I was sitting in my chair in my room reading a book that I have been waiting to get my hands on. Then a knock came to my bedroom door, so I closed the book and set it down on my old, small, wooden desk. I walked across my room which isn't that big, unlike most girls at my school.

   I opened the door to find my little brother Timothy staring at me with those baby blue eyes. And his lovely mop of lightly curly brown hair; of course, he's wearing one of my sweaters that I bought to wear for winter or maybe this fall, depends on the weather.

   "What to yah want Tim?", I say in a bugged voice.

   "Can you drive me to the mall so I can pick up a game?," he says." I have the money, I just need the transportation."

    He gives me one of those, "I'm cute please do whatever I say" smiles. And he knows I have a weakness for them. I look at him and sigh deeply then walk away from the door to go to my closet. I put my coat on and grabbed my keys from my desk. Out of the corners of my eyes I see him smile gratefully; I like that he's happy, it makes me happy too. Except I really wish I could get back to my book though. Oh well, I guess I could use a break from it....

   "Alright little bro, lets go get that game of yours," I sy and ruffle his hair. I close my bedroom door and we leave.