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what really happened?" I was up on my legs now, joining Selena to frown at Mitch. This sounds serious.

"Daddy had warned me not to fool around in his study, I found Mitch throwing a bottle into the sea, and when I asked him what it was, he said that it was a scribbled paper on my Daddy's desk!" she wailed in a rush.

I turned to Mitch. His reddened face hid nothing. It was pretty clear he was guilty as charged. For a moment, nobody spoke. I stared at Mitch, his dark, scruffy hair so like mine, his scrawny body covered with sand, and urrgh! his shorts resembling a dirty sand storm.

"Mitch?" I prompted for an explanation, hoping I sounded like mum when she got mad, so that he'll be guilty enough for his 'crime'. I had no idea what to do, or what to say. Selena looked as if she was about to cry. I guessed her Dad was pretty strict.

Selena plopped down on my towel, squeezing water out of her wet hair. Mitch still didn't talk. He was giving his nerve-wrecking, silent treatment. I felt my temper flare.

"Mitchell Jones, what were you thinking?" I thundered, my fists clenched tight, afraid I might hit him.

Finally, Mitch opened his mouth and began to bawl. "I was only trying to make a message- in -the -bottle, and see how far I could throw it!" I felt sorry for the little guy. At the age of six, I guess he couldn't help being a nitwit.

"And he threw it pretty far too." Selena added with a lopsided smile. I noticed she had softened up a bit too. Mitch did that to everyone. He was too cute to let anyone stay mad at him for too long. No doubt it was the magic of his adorable, grey eyes we had inherited from our parents.

"I guess I better go tell Dad before he goes berserk trying to find it, huh?" Selena inquired, biting her lip.

"Are you sure we can't somehow swim over and get it back?" I asked, hoping we could still survive the great summer holiday without being sent home.

Selena shook her head, sadly. Okay, I knew somehow it was all my fault. I was sunbathing when I should've looked after the twerp. Or maybe it was all Mum's fault- she was out to ruin my holidays. Only God knew why.

"I'll go tell him." I assured her. Mitch was looking at me with awe. Perhaps he was grateful I didn't send him to confess to Selena's dad.

Selena looked pretty grateful too. "You really would?" she asked, worried. It was nice of her to get concerned. Anyhow, when she asked me that, I felt butterflies swirling in my tummy. I mean, it was like she was warning me about a crocodile that was

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