As I sang, I was surprised to find that the birds copied the notes I sang, exactly. My sister, Wolfie, walked past. I was hoping she'd come to say sorry to me. She hadn't. Oh just like normal, never the first to say sorry. Always wants to be the one who's right. She was always the one that wanted attention, but when she had it she didn't use it! "Oh, how I wish I was Wolfie!" my friend Erin had said. Yeah right, but no one would want to be me would they? No, not little Abi. I never stick out from the crowd...
She came back, and just as it looked like she was gone, "Come on Abs, are you coming?" she turn to face me. I picked up the routes and ran to her, "I'm sorry I burst out like that Abi..." she said.
"Oh, it's ok. I 'm sorry I was such a softy." I replied in a gentle tone as always.
"You can't help being yourself can you?" my sister Joked. I put my arm round her shoulders as we walked to the gate.
When we got the market, the first thing that caught my eye was a hat. A yellow woollen hat, like the one my mother used to wear. But it was clear my sister's eyes were fixed tightly on something else. Was it the middle aged man selling the yellow hat? No, definitely not, in fact it was the opposite direction to that. Was it the cake stall? I don't think so, I followed her eyes. The green iris was like a beam leading to two children, our age. They're lips were moving, but the market place was too loud to hear, People rushing around like working ants. The tension was too much I wandered over to greet them- leaving my sister behind.
