Slowly rising from beside the bush, I slink to the oak tree. I can't be too loud. Fear floods my veins. I have been spotted. Dashing toward the safety of home, I stumble over a twig. It races in my direction. I am doomed! A tap and pair of words change my destiny.
"You're it!"
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That is totally how you feel when you're a kid, over exaggerating everything.
ReplyDeleteGood word choice.
ReplyDeleteGood suspense. I like the word "slink"
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