Dialogue

“It’s my turn!” whined 7 year old Lucy. Her older sister Thelma Dudley had been occupying the swing for more than her allotted time now.
“Go away.”
Thelma looked towards the side of the house where the window she broke only an hour earlier lay in pieces all over the damp grass. No one else had found out yet.
“Mommy said that when the big hand on my watch gets to the 5, then it’s my turn to play on the swing! She said!”
“It’s almost time to go inside anyway. Mom’s going to call us in for dinner any minute.”
It’s almost time to go inside. Mom will find out. She’ll know that I broke her window. She always knows when something is wrong. She thought to herself.
“But that’s not fair!!!! It’s my turn!!!”
What I am going to do? Maybe I can fix it quick. No I can’t do that. Maybe she won’t see it? No no, of course she will. Maybe I can tell her a bird flew into it? No she always knows when I’m lying. Maybe I should just tell her before she sees it for herself?
“I WANT A TURN!” Lucy screamed at him before kicking at the air in a tantrum.
“Stop being such a baby.”
Thelma jumped of the swing and pushed it towards her sister who almost caught it with her face. “Fine, just take it. Brat.”
Here goes she thought as she made her way to the house.