Thursday, 22 October 2015

My hiding place

                    My hiding place
I rushed to my hiding spot I flopped down lazily, on the freshly mown grass, it tickles my nostrils. I camouflaged my body with wet leaves. The overhanging tree tickled my face as I lay there as still as a rock. I checked the leaves hanging above me to make sure there are no gaps where I could be seen. I started to panic I couldn't see the seeker at all, I had butterflies in my stomach and chills running down my spine. Oh my gosh the seeker is right behind me, I ran as fast as Usain Bolt, wind whipping my face. I thought I lost the seeker so I stupidly sat down, I thought I had enough distance between the seeker and I. My situation was Like the that is of the ‘Hare and the Tortoise’, and you all know how that ends, the hare, me lose the race. Now I would be the seeker.

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