“1 2 3…”
The teachers count to 100.
My feet race as fast as they can to get to my hiding spot.
I finally found one in the bush.
I go in there and the leaves surround me
like a tornado building up on me.
Don't talk don't move don't Even breath.
“98 99 100!”
The teachers yell’ “COMING!”
curl up small so they can't see you.
I can see people going back to where we have to meet
near the playground so the teachers are not near us.
I can hear Mrs. Pageot yelling to Mrs Bentall.
The teachers chatter to each other.
Footsteps crunch on the stones towards me.
I can't move because the teachers say “I found you in the flax bush.”
I am next to the flax bush.
I know I can't move.
The teachers are right next to me.
The branches poke into me.
FOUND YOU my teacher yells.