We couldn't tell her the truth because we weren't allowed to climb trees. She said they were dangerous, so we shrugged as she handed us our afternoon snack.
Anyway, on that particular day, I couldn't find my brother. I began my journey solo. It turned out to be a simple walk, because I didn't have as much excitement with no one else walking with me. I greeted my mom as soon as I walked through the door. "Hey, sweetie how was your day? Where's your brother?" she asked.
"I don't know mom, I couldn't find him." I responded.
She handed me a carrot from the refridgerator for snack and I sat on the living room sofa to watch television. I was about five minutes into watching television when I felt a sudden urge to look out the window. I turned around, separated the curtains and there was my brother walking home in the distance. Then I realized that that wasn't my brother. My brother was right out in front of the apartment complex having the living crap beat out of him by a known fifth grade bully. "Damn", I thought, as I raced out of the door and down the stairs to my brother's rescue. .
When I arrived outside, my brother was on the sidewalk with his hands over his head. The bully was sitting on him hitting him where ever he could and as hard as he could. The bully's back was towards me and neither of them saw me coming. I started to panic at that moment. I didn't know if I should get my mom or if it would be to late by the time I came back with her. Maybe I should just ram the kid. I ran to where they were and launched myself on his back knocking him on to the floor. The kid didn't even know what hit him. He looked like a deer in headlights. I socked him in the face and punched him in the stomach. His face turned all red and he was holding his stomach in a desperate act to recover his breath. But lucky for him I didn't punch him again so he could still breathe, unlike my brother who at the moment was still gasping for all the air he could get.
