Joy's here (and hurt) (open!!!!)

Joy stopped at the steps of the house, and checked behind her shoulder that the sword girl wasn't following. Her golden brown braids looked even more windblown than usually from running. She decided, well, if she's here, she might as well go in. The seven year old traveled up the steps, tripping on the last one hurting her ankle.
"OW!!!!" cried Joy. Tears of pain welled up in her chocolate brown eyes. She inched out of the pathway and rubbed her ankle. She shook of her heavy backpack and looked for a baindaid to cover the bleeding cut. But her box was all out. She held onto the wound with her hands, and let a few tears leak out.