Title: Write about an occasion when a furious argument took place based on a case of mistaken identity.
The sun was shining brightly on the golden curve of the beach. It was such a beautiful day to stay outdoors. Stretching on the collapsible chair under the cool shade of the parasol, I idled my peaceful time away.
Through the lens of my sunglasses, my brother's blue trunks turned charcoal gray. Eddie was chasing after his ball 
. He kicked it hard and then ran fast to meet it along its way, using his small foot to stop it and directed it back to the sand castle like a professional soccer player. My father was very proud of him; he said that if Eddie chose to follow a sports career, he would be the first one in the family.
My gaze followed the path of the ball along the beach. This time Eddie could not reach the ball. A boy picked up the ball after it hit his ankle, and started playing with the ball 
. When my brother came to him, probably to ask for his ball back, the boy stopped playing, kept the ball in one arm protectively, his other arm reached out and gave my brother a thrust. Eddie fell on the sand. Alarmed, I quickly made my way down the beach.
From afar, I could hear them quarrelling. When my brother heard me shout to him, he ran to me, grasped my hand and told me everything, his voice choked with anger. He spoke so fast that his voice faded under the loud cheering on the beach. I could barely hear him clearly, but the story made sense to me- that boy refused to return Eddie's ball.
That boy was probably eight or nine, just a few years older than Eddie. He stared at us as we approached him, hugging the ball protectively.
'The ball is mine', asserted the boy, his face composed.
'Are you sure?' I bent down to talk to him, Eddie by my side, his hand holding mine tightly. 'I bought my brother this ball, and he has been playing with it for the whole morning. Maybe yours is somewhere around, why don't you check again?'
'It is mine.' The boy hissed through his teeth. 'Red and white spider-man ball, it is mine. I was playing with it just now, and suddenly it was nowhere to be found. Maybe your brother...'
'I did not steal it!' Eddie cut in, breathing in short pants, glaring at the boy. I shook his hand and rubbed his back, trying to calm him down.
'Look,' I tried to suppress the inner surge of impatience that was burning me to talk to the boy again, 'Eddie wouldn't steal anything from anyone. There has been some misunderstanding, I believe. Now, why don't you two share the ball first? Meanwhile, I could go around and look for yours? Eddie,' I looked at him, begging 'is it okay for you?' My brother, though reluctantly, nodded, his eyes looking down at the gritty sand.
'Why do I have to share with a blatant liar like your brother? He stole my ball!' His cruel words lingered in the hot, stuffy air. The sun was like a shimmering metal plate against my bare foot. I felt my blood boiling and Eddie's hand trembled in mine.
The boy shouted for his mother, and a woman of substantial build in a skimpy swimming-suit waddled towards us. After she listened to his side of story, I was about to explain everything to her, hoping that she would help make peace between the boys, but when she turned to glare at me, I dare not open my mouth. She planted one arm on her hips firmly and raised her voice.
'Why do you let him lie like that, after he stole my son's ball?'
'I DID NOT steal it. It is mine.' My brother shouted, a vein pulsing in his temples.
'Madam', I pulled myself over and spoke to her with the all the patience I had left, 'my brother said he did not steal the ball, and he did not lie. There must have been misunderstanding...'
'Misunderstanding?', she smirked, 'Oh, maybe your brother did not steal it. He just picked it up and claimed it was his.'
'Madam', my patience was drained, 'my brother did not steal anything, nor did he lie to you'.
'Enough! Your parents should have taught you two some basic courtesy before letting you go out stealing things from people!', the woman turned to her son, 'Let's go, honey. The beach is full of such people.'
They walked away, leaving me and Eddie root to the spot. After a few minutes, Eddie released my hand, the traces of his nail imprinted on my hand. He looked at me, his eyes red-rimmed, asking me to go.
We walked along the golden curve of the beach in silence. Eddie was in front of me, his eyes glued to the sand. Every now and then, a sigh broke the silence between us.
It was then when I saw a red and white spider-man ball floating on the sea. I ran out, took it in and showed Eddie.
'Look Eddie, it must have been that boy's ball. Don't feel sad, baby. You can play it, you know.'
Eddie turned to me, but his mind was drifting somewhere else. 'Just throw it away. I won't need a ball soon.'
And he walked away, leaving me stunned for a few seconds. The tide was rising, sweeping away the sand castle we built. The beautiful castle was now no more than a handful of wet sand, wounded.
My vision blurred. Tears filled my eyes.Do you think I was on the right track, or was I not doing what the question asked for? The essay was supposed to be 600 words, but I exceeded the range; do you think I should cut down on the dialogue? I've never written dialogue in my essay, and it sounds weird, I guess.
Can you give me some advice on how to improve my essay? For  and , can you help me find some words that are more descriptive? For example, , I was thinking that the boy was using his thigh to play with the ball, you know.
Thanks in advance