Zoe
For a nine year old my little sister is incredibly fast.
When I finally catch a glimpse of her on the second floor it is because she wasn’t paying attention to where she was going and crashed into a girl who had just stood up from a table.
They both fall to the ground.
Another girl rushes in and helps the girl Brittany knocked over up.
They sit down at a table and start talking and I make a mental note to apologise to that girl-Isabelle- I think her name was- when I get the opportunity.
A young man with a smile on his face walks over to the spot where my sister is still lying- with a confused look on her face- and helps her up.
Then Brittany spots me walking/running towards her and looks down at her hands.
The man who helped her up also turns to face me and smiles.
I smile back and then turn to face my sister.
Brittany looks up at me nervously.
“Can we go to the waterpark now?” She asks quietly, but I know this won’t last.
It’s not in my sister’s nature to remain quiet for long.
“Only if you don’t run off this time,” I tell her.
Her face is solemn- which is a new expression for her- “Okay,” She says, “I promise.”
I nod, trying to make my face seem as serious as hers (and kind of failing) then turn to the man who is standing back and watching us.
“Thanks for helping my sister up,” I say to him, “She’s didn’t mean to crash into anyone.”
Then I remember the girl that she crashed into.
I turn to face her.
“I’m sorry about my sister,” I say and gesture to Brittany, “She didn’t mean to knock you over,” I look down at the little girl standing next to me, “Did you Britt?”
She shakes her head and looks up at the girl.
“I’m sorry,” she says earnestly.
I wonder how long it will be before she runs of again.
