It was your typical cold winter morning. Frost cloaked the ground around me and made the mud path to school slick. This was the worst frost we'd had all winter and it made the hairs stick up on the back of my neck. I'd walked this path so many times since I started school. I walked with my older brother Daniel and my older sister Ava but they usually ran on ahead when we had a frost. They loved to go down to the creek and crack the thin layer of ice that formed over it under the trees. I always became worried when they did that, I didn't have the greatest balance because one of my legs was shorter than the other which made it tough to walk downhill, but no matter how much I pleaded for them not to go down there because I needed help, they never listened and today was no exception. I shuffled down the steep path carefully which was still dangerous because my shoes had no grip left. There was a big drop cut out of the path that required me to jump, usually Daniel lifted me down otherwise I could slip and fall which was a very, very long way. I picked my landing carefully before jumping. When I found the best spot I took a little run up and jumped, the bank was bigger than it looked and I fell hard on my right ankle as I hit the ground causing it to buckle. I went rolling down the hill for what seemed like a mile before coming to a halt against a barrier that probably saved my life.
"Ow," I said, as I slowly started getting up.
I heard footsteps rushing towards me, I thought it would have been Daniel and Ava coming to help me because they had seen my fall but it wasn't. Two girls came to my aid.
"Are you OK?" the eldest of the two girls asked.
"We saw you go tumbling down, it looked really sore," the other girl stated, as she gave me a hand up.
You could tell the two girls were sisters. Both were slim with long blonde hair, except the younger girl's hair was a bit lighter. They looked like they were a few years apart.
"I'm alright, just muddy clothes and a couple of scrapes," I smiled, though I was in more pain than I let on. "I've been through worse."
I stifled a sob. I didn't want to cry in front two girls I'd just met but there was only so much ankle twisting and unintentional cliff diving a nine year old could take.
"I'm Ashleigh, by the way and this is Charlotte," the oldest said. "We're the Collies, we just moved in a few days ago."
She was a high school student by the looks of her uniform, red and black, the colours of Piopio College; she would have been a year or two younger than Daniel.
"I'm Lawrence Clark, uh moved here five years ago."
I felt my ankle now. It was sore and the pain made me choke up again.
"I need to go home and change," I muttered.
"Do you need any help?" Ashleigh asked.
I nodded, I didn't want to limp back up the path by myself, plus I needed someone to lift me back up that bank.
The trek up the hill took and extra ten minutes because of my ankle and by the time I made it home my ankle had blown up like a balloon quite literally. I grabbed the spare key from under a fake rock in our garden and unlocked the back door. I gestured for Ashleigh and Charlotte to come in.
"Make yourselves comfortable, I won't be too long," I said, as I started down the hallway to my room.
I pulled off my mud sodden clothes and changed into fresh clothes that smelt like the washing machine detergent. I looked in my mirror, my face was muddy all over, I had a scratch on my temple and my blonde hair now looked brown. After I cleaned up we set out to walk that treacherous path again.