"Gemma! I won't, you know I'm too old!"
"Of course you're not, now come on!"
"I am, for God's sake, you're being stupid!"
"Keep talking like that and I'll tell Mum and Dad."
Gemma practically dragged her younger brother, Harry, further along in the mall. Luckily, both she and Harry thought, it was just after opening, so very few people were around to see them squabble. Harry was 13 years old, well, only just 13, his birthday had been four days ago, and Gemma was 18 and very nearly late for work. Harry and Gemma's parents had left town, their company had sent them to a convention down south and several meetings with "Important people," as they always said.
Not wanting Harry to be left alone at home during the holidays, they asked that Gemma should find some kind of activity or something for Harry to go to whilst she was working. As luck would have it, an apparently small and hidden-away 'nursery and young person's day-care had opened in the very mall that Gemma worked at. Bec...