Chapter 1 : Lake Bass
“Get on !” my brother or big bro, I usually called him, urged me to get on the canoe. So I get on the canoe. “We are going to enjoy every moment when Albert finds out we were canoeing with out him, right Glam ?”, my brother asked to my face with a smile on his face, I mean who wouldn’t, seeing the spectacular view sight and imagining my little brother face when he finds out we didn’t go canoeing with him. “Yup big bro”, I said with the same expression plastered on his face. “Thats the spirit ! ehe this should be fun”. He paddles the canoe across bass lake or we the community usually calls it beaver’s pond, the beavers usually set their dams and nest in the more marshy areas. I saw some beavers while the boat was paddled by my big brother, skipping across the water of the lake. It is cute seeing some beavers glide and swim across the lake surface, bringing them little sticks to their dams. As we approached the center of the lake I pointed out a fact “Look we can see our house from here !” then my brother responded with “what were you expecting, hey can you look at mom and dad and check if there still asleep there’s binoculars”. I begin to search for the binoculars but after some searching, I decided to ask my brother “Heya where’s the binoculars ?”. My brother a little upset speaks “oh come on, its in the med kit” then I frustrated my mind is racing with questions why would he place it there out of all places. I responded “A med kit how about next time the utility box” then he responded back “I heard that you should bring binoculars in med kit’s from that one survival channel on TV” I responded him with a comeback “big bro we are in a lake near our hou-” my brother cuts me off before I could finish my sentence, this is quite usual for him to cut people of. “Quiet down we have reached the center of the lake !”. The lake is beautiful in this view point. You can see the tranquil waters, the trees littered the border or the lake and especially my neighborhood. We stayed in the center of the lake for a while taking in the expansive beauty of it all. After the chirping of birds, my brother saw that the time is nearing noon. “We should get home it’s very hot if we stay till noon” my brother said with a calm tone while observing the sun and the sky. “I told we should’ve go canoeing earlier, but you refuse and keep trying to kill that boss in final fanta-” yet like usual he cuts me off again “Shut it”. Then my brother paddles back to the house. Getting closer to our house, passing by some fishes in the process. Finally stepping foot back on solid ground to hear an angry voice “Glam Sinclair Miller and Issac Bass Miller !”.
