Paul's oldest brother, Ryan, walked over behind him and unbound him from the chair he was strapped to. He then proceeded to curl his hand to a fist and rub it against Paul's head. "Stop that!" Paul shouted, "I just got scared half to death and this is how you treat me!"
     "Pretty much, yeah," Ryan replied.
     After giving his brother the dirtiest of looks his eyes started roaming around again and he noticed his younger brother sleeping on the couch with his hands in his jacket pockets. He shouted, "Hey! Denis! Are you just-"
     "Going to sit there the whole time or what?" Ryan finished for him.
     Paul turned around and glared back at him. "Are you just going to leave me tied to this chair?"
     "Sure, I'll leave you tied to the chair with those loose ropes around you."
     Looking down to where the ropes once held him, he sighed and started to get up. Something then burned him right under his chin. Paul's dad started, "Did you really not notice I was still here holding the-"
     Paul sprang out of his chair and started running around the room, screaming at the top of his lungs. He broke through the glass separating the living room from the back yard. He ran to the pool and leapt straight in, splashing water everywhere.
     All his relatives slowly walked over and stared at him through the broken glass, including Denis who had heard the racket and followed to see what was going on. They watched as Paul rose up from the water and started to climb out. Paul walked back into the house, still dripping wet and shouldering everyone in his way. He walked over to the table that held the cake and ate it in eight quick bites. He then grabbed his book bag, opened the door and slammed it shut. After looking around at each other, Ryan said, "I think he is going to Sophey's house."
     Melisa, Paul's sister, then said, "Paul and Sophey, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-"
     "Oh be quiet that is so old," Ryan said.
     "I'm going back to sleep," Denis said.
     "Of course you are," Ryan and Melisa replied, but he had already started snoring.

     Paul rode his bike quickly, closing his eyes, feeling the breeze flowing through his hair. Then a car honked, bringing him back to reality, allowing him time to realize he was riding his bike in the middle of an intersection. Embarrassed, Paul brought his bike back to the side walk and kept on peddling. After a few more times of riding into the street and getting honked at, he made it to Sophey's house. Somewhere in the back of his mind he could a faint shout of, "Called it," made by Ryan. He sighed, walked up the path and rang the "doorbell", which was basically a dog that barked extremely loud whenever someone was at the door.
     Sophey appeared on the other side and then opened the door.
     "Hey Paul! How is you're..." She took another look at him and saw that he was soaking wet. "Why are you like that?" Sophey asked.
     "It's a long story... not really it is probably about seven paragraphs and a quotation long. Anyways, could I come in?"
     "Sure, but you need to dry up once you get in."
     "Okay" Paul said, and walked in.