He would’ve used the computer, had he
started the project sooner. However, the laptop was broke,accidently dropped by his mum, who was rushing around the house like a headless chicken, gettingthe house clean before the family returned back from work and school. The laptop was in a shop,being repaired whilst he sat thinking, cursing under his breath, and wishing to leave the bum-numbing place for pastures more
violent.His sister came into the room, younger then he, but more of the brainier sort. She hated sport,
couldn’t run to save her life. She loved school,
, English, Science, a top of the class sort of child, who loved working and learning new skills to promote her knowledge of the world around her.And with an eagle eye scanning the topic introduction that lay in front of her brother, noticed thathe was not going to get anything done by sitting there sulking, and kicking the chair leg with un-fairness.She smiled curtly, as she walked by and made a dash to the sweet cupboard. She was a fan of rockpools, knew what was what, knew how the circle of life evolved in that little haven. But with a bullyof a brother, she kept tight lipped, enjoying the pain she saw in his face.Andrew sighed. He attempted a drawing of a crab. He knew they lived in a rock pool. But the crablooked sad
as he would call it. With frustration he rolled the paper in a ball and threw it at thewall.Emma smiled how she liked seeing him in a bad mood. He would always be sent to bed whenever heattempted to murder his sister, when she secretly rubbed him up the wrong way, without their
knowledge. However, the smile quickly wiped away from her freckled face, when she heardmore saddened sighs from her ginger-haired brother.She sighed too. She had things to do, but her brother needed her, needed a little bit of help. With anunderstanding smile, she sat next to her brother and began to tell him as much as she could about arock pool.Andrew listened; he scribbled notes, Emma drew pictures, gave him chains of who ate who, andwhat severity weather could cause, plus other facts that she knew about rock pools.With no time, Andrew was writing away, pencils used to draw pictures, graphs used in parts that hefelt were needed. And in a child-like way, wrote a more understanding knowledge of a rock pool,that was not with complicated words or meanings, but more of what a ten year old sister would seeinside or out, of a rock pool.Andrew was early for school the following day. It was not a big project that he was going to submit,maybe one that had ten pages of A4 size. But still enough for the teacher to scan over during break-time, and one that had plenty of information for the teacher to understand that he did know of arock pool, even though the day before, he had not.She smiled at Andrew when he handed the plastic folder towards the teacher
s hands. She openedthe plastic folder and peeked inside, and nodded before walking away.