Matt took the small girl from the other guy's hand. He gently held her limp form, and put the tip of his finger near her lips. She was still breathing.
"How'd you find her?" he asked the other two.
"James found her," said the second fellow.
"Well Alec broke it." James glared at Alec.
Matt rolled his eyes and looked at the girl again. He remembered she sat behind him in English, but couldn't remember her name.
"All right you guys. I'm gonna head home now, and see what I can do about this girl here." Alec and James both looked like they were about to say something. "No, you're not coming with me." They both looked disappointed, but ran into the water and began wrestling, soon forgetting about everything that had happened.
Matt stood there and watched them for a second. The girl lay flat on the palm of his hand, sleeping. He began walking towards his things; a bag of clothes and his towel laid out on the hot sand. Carefully he gathered his belongings in his right arm, his left hand being occupied by the small girl, and walked steadily to his car, placing her on the passenger seat.
Matt drove home silently, every so often glancing to the side at the little figure fast asleep on the seat beside him.
Finally he pulled into his driveway, and carefully picked up the girl in his left hand, not bothering to grab his beach things. Matt strolled up the walkway to his front door, and opened the screen. He was greeted by his six year old sister, Alison.
"MATTIE!" she screamed, tackling him with a delighted hug. "Can you pretty please build me a fort out of blankets and pillows? Pretty please? I will give you a present."
Matt smiled at his baby sister. "Not now, hon. I will later though, pinky promise." He pinky promised her, and kissed the top of his sister's curly blond head.
"Okie dokie, Mattie!" She said happily. "I'm-m-m-m.....gonna go build a dinosaur out if toilet paper!" And she skipped off in the direction of the bathroom.
Matt chuckled to himself, knowing that no one could possibly have a cuter baby sister.He walked upstairs, into his room, and locked his door.
He gently placed the girl in the center of his bed, still asleep and...
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