“Get up, get up, get up!” he yelled impatiently. He threw those pillows like he was in the MLB. WACK! You could hear the small smack of the soft fluffy pillows as they hit my head.
“Cameron!” I bellowed. I chased him out to my grandma’s backyard. Running as fast as i could. When Cameron came to sudden halt. I tripped over him hitting the long damp grass.“Come on!” my sister Macey yelled. I saw her and my cousins Ryenne and Aryanna oscillating from our swingset. Cameron and I ran and jumped on to the old rusty swingset. This swing set was as old as dirt. It was made of white and green rusty metal. I inhaled