Eighteen, nineteen, twenty, coming ready or not I called. I went to places my sister usually hid in but she wasn’t there, I wonder where she could be I thought. I went outside to see if she was there. Dad was busy collecting up leaves but still no sign of my sister. I give up I said. As I stood looking around I began watching Dad making a massive fire coloured mountain of dry crispy leaves. I went to run and dive into the pile, but as the leaves rustled out jumped my sister. Got you she said laughing.
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