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A little something I wrote. I hope to keep it going... as you can see, I had a lot of CJs. :0
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“Prepare to be beaten… by a girl!”

Kerry growled playfully, encircling her brother, allowing him no escape. Every time the little boy attempted to run out of the circle, he ran smack into Kerry’s hard chest and snorted with hilarity, ending up on the ground in a laughing-stock of a mess. When he did, Kerry immediately bent down and lightly pressed her fingers under his armpits, tickling him to the point where they were both wriggling on the floor amused. Currently, he was on his twelfth attempt of the day.

Her brother, Bash, stood at a proud three feet and ten inches at age five. The little boy wore blue jeans that were worn and slightly too large for him, as they covered the heel of his bare feet, or shoes. He also wore his favorite shirt, which was plain red, covered in the remains of stains that had been attempted to be washed out, and a hole here or there. No matter what Kerry or her father said, he still insisted to wear it.

“You’re not gonna get me this time!” he challenged good-naturedly, grinning and holding a small wooden sword up awkwardly in the air. As he did so, a paper sailor hat made out of old parchment slipped sideways on his head. He grumbled, dropped the sword, and proceeded to fix his hat. “I really need a strap for this thing…”

Kerry attempted not to laugh. Bash never ceased to amaze her. He always acted like he was twenty years older than he was, and that he was the all-knowing, as well as the king of everything. Then again, he still acted like a five year old. Let’s just say he wasn’t normal. She bopped him on the head lightly with her palm, and he glared up at her with his lip curling over. “Meanie!”

And so he dropped the hat, kicked the sword out of the way, and tackled her. He grabbed onto her shoulders, pressed his face into her chest, and kicked off with as much force as possible. All she did was stumble and grunt.

“You’re getting stronger, Bash, I must admit!” she laughed while pulling him off and rumpling his hair. He grinned wide.

“Some day I’m gonna beat you, Kerry, just you wait!”

Kerry chuckled. “I’m sure you will… not!”

Tackling him to the ground, she pinned him by his shoulders, yet made sure she wasn’t squishing him. Taking one hand off of his shoulder, she held down his legs.

“Tickle time!”

Cavernous screeches of laughter erupted from where they lay, until both ran out of breath. Closing her eyes to take in the sweet smells of nature, Kerry trickled out of reality, and entered into a land of dreams.

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“Kerry!”

Kerry was jerked awake to a jarring poking motion being implemented on her side. Coming back to actuality, she immediately lunged upward and grabbed the little boy that was prodding her.

“Hey! No fair! Dad!” his voice rang out.

The booming voice of her father, although in a friendly tone, pierced the air with a chuckle. “Kerry, come on inside. Bash, you too, and be nice to your sister!”

“Alright, alright…” the little boy sighed, retreating from his sister and dashing inside. Kerry stood up quickly and dusted off the little pieces of grass that clung to her clothing before stepping indoors.

“What’s for dinner?” echoed the sweet voice of Kerry throughout the house. A saccharine smell wafted into her nose from the kitchen, making her eager to eat. Her stomach grumbled, and she felt as hungry as a lion.

“Chicken and rice,” floated her father’s voice from the other room. Silently, she thought Yum!, but kept the thought to herself and was in the kitchen in a split second. She pulled her chair out, and set up all the silverware just as Bash plopped himself down in his chair across from her. Kerry could barely see him, as you could only see from his nose up when he was sitting at the table. It always made her laugh.

“Hey Bash, where’d the rest of you go?”

Bash glared at her for a few moments, as they silently turned it into a staring contest. Suddenly he burst out laughing. “Stop it! You always beat me with that. Hmph!”

Kerry grinned wickedly as she situated herself, trying not to drool as the food was placed in front of her. Chicken and rice was definitely her favorite—especially rice with butter on it. She lunged for the butter knife, as well as the platter of butter, and spread a wad of it all over.

“Ew!” Bash flailed, making an ‘I’m gonna through up look’ cross his face. Kerry rolled her eyes and taunted him with a spoonful. “Be careful, or the ‘butter fairy’ will come for you.”

And with that, Bash’s eyes spread open wide, with fear plastered all over them. Slowly he scooted backwards, and gulped visibly. A split second later he was out of the dining room and upstairs, screaming like a banshee.

Gullible five-year-olds… you gotta love ‘em.

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The next morning, Bash seemed to have gotten over his ‘butter fairy’ incident. Kerry couldn’t help smirking every time she saw him, but she managed to suppress her laughs in order not to upset the little guy.

As Kerry sat down at the breakfast table to serve herself some pancakes, her father, as well as Bash, did so too. Each of the three reached across the table to grab one fresh pancake, and then proceeded to cover it in juicy and sticky syrup. Jamming her fork into her pancake, she sliced her knife through it and cut it into smaller pieces.

“So, Kerry, I’m going to need you and Bash to collect some fire wood. Well actually… a lot.”

Kerry stopped eating abruptly, and placed her fork down.

“For what, Dad?”

“Did I not tell you?”

Kerry and Bash exchanged baffled and confused glances. They looked back at their father and shook their heads. “No, I don’t think you told us anything of the sort.”

“Oh. Well, this year, we’re going to help set up the festival. I said that we would, so I was expecting you guys would help. You will… won’t you?”

Bash opened his mouth, appearing to prepare his no, but Kerry gave him a hard slam in the foot. He clamped his mouth shut. “Of course we’ll help. How much do we need to gather?”

“Well, I can’t give you an exact number. All I can say is collect enough for the three bonfires on the beaches. Make sure the wood isn’t wet, too. That’s all you really need to know.”

“Okay. Bash and I will start after breakfast.” Kerry agreed kindly, giving Bash a glare.

“Thanks so much, hon. I really appreciate this.”

“No problem.”

Very nice. Cute little Bash. I like him. I'm guessing you like the style of not describing what the characters look like? Some writers prefer that. It allows the reader to make up their own view for a character's appearance. It's an interesting style to use. Keep it up. I'll be waiting for the next chapter.

Yay!

And yes, that's pretty much what I'm going for. ^^ Any more comments?

Aw, this is really nice. ^^ I love the sisterly and brotherly affection between Bash and Kerry, and how you portray the interactions between the characters. They all sound wonderful. You had quite a few nice lines in here; I liked, especially, the first. It's engaging, and drew me in. I look forward to seeing how the wood-collecting transpires.