I leapt off the lanai, dodged between two palms, and powered through the rows of pineapples. The perfect getaway, but a quick peek over my shoulder proved I was not in the safety zone yet. My brother, Kimo, bounded out of the house and across the sand, sprays of the grit billowing up behind him.
Oh man, he'd seen me! I'd been so careful, but the little twit must have been hiding somewhere, watching. I used the anger to propel me faster. The Hawaiian sun blazed down on my bare arms and legs. Trying to ignore the heat, I blasted through the spiky leaves, eyes set on the road just beyond the pineapple fields.
Strands of hair escaped my flopping, dark brown ponytail and stuck to my glossed lips. The small backpack, strung loosely on my shoulders, slapped with each pounding step. Sucking in a major breath of fruity air, I stretched each stride further and increased my lead. But how long would I have to run before my little brother would give up the chase? He seemed to have made it his life's mission to irritate and frustrate me. Why couldn't he just leave me alone? This was my stuff--my life--not his.