Zwölf. Douze. Twelve. Doce.

I couldn’t help but shout, as I ran away from the super soaker that my father had in his hand, and kept aiming at me. I laughed as I ducked and rolled under the tour bus to getaway. I didn’t care that I was getting dirty or muddy, I simply needed to get away from my father so that I could recharge my super soaker and attack back.

As I recharged my super soaker, my peace got disturbed, when a lot of people started shouting at the fence. “Esther Gunner!”

“Hi?” I furrowed my eyebrows as I closed the faucet and got ready to attack. “May I help you with something?”

“Yes!” An overexcited lady responded. “We have a few questions.”

“Well, I’m sorry,” I smiled. “I am in the middle of some business and I have to finish it,” I added and turned around.

“ESTHER!” My father shouted and I smiled wickedly. Here goes nothing.