Bubbles

The bubbles blew out of the bright pink wand and into the warm summer air. A close by gush of a sprinkler filled the yard with thousands of drops of water. The grass was dark green with patches of dead grass, burnt by the sun. Chalk drawings of people and houses dusted across the small driveway. The smell of flowers filled my nose with the sweet aroma of home.

I stood in my bathsuit on the slippery grass. Five, four, three, two, one! Freezing cold water blasted against my bare back and dripped down my already cold legs. I ran into the sun for a few moments and then bolted back to my spot in line. The sprinkler would hit little John, Hannah, then me. John would run away before the water could get him. Hannah would stand there pretending like nothing happend, until the sprinkler got stuck and sprayed her for at least a minute. After that, she ran away, soaked.

Out of knowhere, Grandpa appeared with a squirt gun. I grabbed my water gun and snuck behind the tree in the center of the yard. "Ready or not, here I come!" He shouted. I blasted him on the side of the head with a long stream of cold water. He shivered and squirted me in the tummy. We battled it off for a long time before he called surrender. He was drenched from his head to his toes. He ran inside to dry off. Soon after, Grandma opened the door to the back porch. Glasses of lemonade and cookies for us were in her small hands. We ran and dried off and then sat on that shaded porch for a while, enjoying the
time we had left there.

"I'm so glad you're here today, cause tomorrow WE HAVE to go and fly away." We sang as we she walked back into the house.