The time is 7:24 a.m. The cool morning breeze shakes the trees along with the chipped wooden birdhouses. It's April 3rd- the start of Spring. Exila is a fifteen year-old girl growing up with her family in a large victor house. As her father is an infamous author and her mother is a café bartista, Exila has a lot of time at home taking care of her five year-old sister, Mari. 
       
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        I moved the blue rustic kettle over the stove's hot surface. Rampaging through the cabinets, I managed to find the box where the variety of tea is located. Herbal, Green, Honey, everything you could want. Picking out a small plaster mug, I choose my favorite Honeycomb Tea flavour packet. Opening a window near the porch, a gust of sweet, fresh air came through. Barefoot, i opened the back door to have a sip on the porch. 
A short group of ducks waddled behind each other, each one being smaller as the line shortened. They made little quaking noises as they all sealed slowly into a clear blue pond. Watching, I stood as the wailing willow droops it's leaves under, moving through the wind with a rustle. 
        Now that the atmosphere is taking part perfectly in my day, what is there to do? I could sew, take a swim, read.. or even take a stroll through the occupied woods. As I set down the off-white plaster mug, i lift up my flows baby-yellow dress off the wooden porch, stepping off the steps and onto the soft green grass. After the years winter, it's so much better to see bright green grass than either snow, or pale yellowness. A sudden thought came to my mind when I thought of my sister. Surely, she was still fast asleep in her bedroom. 
        Walking around, birds above me in all sizes and bright colors communicate in soft tweets in the trees. The sky is a perfect bright blue, broken with pearly white clouds. Twirling, i take a deep breath in as the sun breaks from under the clouds. 

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       Mother and Mari are porches under the clothing rack as she takes off clothing one by one, humming. I sit under a large oak tree, shading me from the harsh sunlight. I;the afternoon, everyone is to be awake running errands. Especially my father, who is a romance novelist meeting his editor. My older sister Janét speaks to me about how the  books are based on my Mother's and father's love. 
Fixing my dress from under me, I watch as two bunny's hop after one another in a swift line, as if trying to win a race. 

        "Mari no. We must not throw the clean clothes onto the grass!" I heard my mother say. Baby Mari giggled as she tossed another. Thankfully, my mother caught it just in time. Sighing loudly, she spotted my prescence at the tree. "Ah, Exila! Could you be a dear and come here for a little favor?" She put her hands to her mouth in a triangle, trying to seem louder. Great. Groaning, i walk slowly towards my mother. "Yes-? If it's to put away the box of clothing, why can't Arwin do it! He never does anything around here." I said, throwing my arms to my sides. "Oh, no. I just need you to babysit your little sister for a while. I can't get rid of this chore, if she keeps throwing them on the ground after all." She got up, throwing off the dust on her apron. "Alright, fine." I said, picking little Mari up in my arms. I started walking back to the large oak tree as I felt a weak sunburn on my arms. I looked back to see my mother doing her chores again, hanging on new wet clothing for their time to dry. 

       "Where would you like to go, Mari?" I fixed her baby-yellow bonnet, keeping it upright. "Hm." I huffed. There was an incredible amount of land near our Tudor house. One of my favorite places was by the boat docks. I perfect place with hidden spaces inside willow trees, that you can only access through boat. The water is perfectly clear and clean! Yes, I would plan to take a dive. Until I looked at Mari. Her sweet baby face had no idea what I was jammbaling on about. "And you, can watch!" 

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The soft leaves lime green broke off their branches and onto the sprouting grass. It's 3:18 p.m., and the perfect time to take a swim. Through the Spring and Summer, it's obvious for me to where swim clothes under my usual clothing. I bit strange I suppose, but nobody has found out just yet. Taking off my spring dress, I set it down over the dock where I had set Mari. This spot was perfect- hidden by the thick woods near our Tudor. I had never came with anyone but myself. And it's not like little Mari would remember it, either. Taking my hair down from my neatly done bun, my dark brown hair flowed behind me. 
        "You ready Mari?" She clapped her little arms in cheerfulness. I picked her up and set her tiny feet in, barely putting her in the water. Still, the toddler enjoy getting wet even by the littlest. I laughed as she made big splashed at my face. I held her in my arms as I walked a little deeper through the glistening water as the sun reflected itself, warming it up. She reached down to touch it with her small hand, making little ripples with each finger. "Would you like to ride one of the boats?" She ignored my question, and studied the water with her fingers. "Well then, maybe another time." I thought about my father, and how he could be home by now. Slowly, I got out of the cool water, and through back on my dry clothing. The wet clothing on the bottom somehow didn't seap through.