The lake water was still with the reflections of the stars above us. My hair was tied in two pigtails where my black locks hung loose and my hands, entwined with my sister's, were covered in dirt. My sister was only months younger than me but she acted tougher, more mature than me; the boss out of the two of us. Our worn out sneakers crushed the dirt rocks as we shuffled our feet to our lake. Every night we would go to our lake and talk about our day because when the sun was up, we were in different worlds.