The sun was setting over the horizon as I started walking away from the ocean with my surfboard in tow and my twin sister, Nora right behind me. "Hurry up! We have to get home before Mom starts to worry!" I call to her.

"I'm right behind you!" She yells back. As we finally reach our car, which is our Father's old beat up dodge caravan, Nora walks up next to me and says "I call driving".  I roll my eyes as she puts her bright pink surfboard up on the rack.