I should have taken his advice into consideration because within the next few minutes I ventured out to the edge. “CRACK!” The ice broke, and I fell. Struggling to stay above, and fighting the current, I screamed out for Keaton. I remember going under, fearing that it was the end. I could only see water around me, and I felt so cold. I tried to take a breath, but only swallowed water instead. I was so scared. Then I saw a hand, my brother's hand. I grabbed onto it as hard as I could, but it just slipped through my fingers. The current was pulling me away! I fought to come above the water, and succeeded in getting a breath of air. Then I felt a tug on my jacket, and with all his might Keaton hefted me out of the water, pulling me onto the ice beside him. I was shivering, and I had lost a boot.
Knowing he had to get me home, Keaton made me stand, made me walk. I just wanted to sleep, I was so tired. I guess I must have blacked out because the next thing I can remember was being lifted onto Cliff's shoulders, and being carried back to the house. My brother walked beside us in hysteria. He was afraid I was going to die. By the time we got back to the house, I was numb and had little strength. Keaton ran ahead and yelled for my mom to come. Seeing that I was soaking wet, my mother raced out of the house and brought me inside, placing me by the fire to warm up. It took a while, and hurt like no other, but eventually I felt better.
If it weren’t for the love my brother has for me, I probably wouldn't have ever made it out of the creek that day. I owe it to him forever, and I am very thankful to have him.