"Zara, slow down!" Peter, my older brother had yelled out.
"Speed up slow poke!" I had yelled back.
We were running the track in the back of the house. I needed to run, like something inside me was telling me to run.
"I going as fast as I can. Your too fast!" He yelled out.
As I started to slow down to a stop, I saw my older sister Becca and her mate Harley walking over to the track. They just came back from their honeymoon. As I stopped to go talk to them, Peter finally caught up with me, out of breathe I might add.
"Hey, y'all back." I said as I hugged them.
"Yea, we got in a few hours ago. Mother said y'all were out here running." Becca said smiling.
"More like racing." Peter said leaning over the railing.
"How can you be the older brother but be so slow." I had said.
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