When I got home, Ethan was kicking his football about.
“You are so stupid!” I shouted. “Why did you tell Ryan that you could take a boat to Devil’s Rock? You are making us look stupid.”
Ethan’s brown eyes went black. His hands turned to fists.
“Don’t tell me what to do, little Miss Top-of-the-class,” he yelled.
“Nobody goes to Devil’s Rock. You are crazy!” I shouted. “Don’t you know how many people have died there? The place is like a graveyard. It’s full of wrecks. You are just a stupid liar!”
“All you ever do is get angry with me,” Ethan shouted. “All you do is make me feel bad. You act like you hate me.”
“I do hate you!” I shouted. I was so angry I wanted to punch Ethan right on the nose.
“I can go to Devil’s Rock. Just get lost!” Ethan yelled. He kicked the ball away and ran off.
“Stop! Ethan!” I called.
Mum came into the garden. She was looking very tired.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Nothing!” I said quickly. “We were just playing.”
“Oh, I thought you two were fighting again,” she said, frowning.
“No, we were only messing about,” I said. I gave her a smile as sweet as honey.
“OK then,” said Mum. She looked worried, but went back inside. As soon as the door closed behind her, I ran after Ethan.
I knew he was going to the boatyard. He always used to go there with Dad. What if he did try to get to Devil’s Rock?
The sea around Devil’s Rock was deadly. If Ethan took a boat out there he would drown for sure.