Chapter 1 - twelve

Twelve

Running through the trees, looking for a

place to hide. Finding my spot, and crouching

down, low, behind a short tree, ever wary

of the one who is it. I was twelve.


Hearing the shout of Hear I come!, the

sound of feet running through the path, and

watching warily as someone ran by. Waiting

for the perfect time to spring from my hiding

spot, and run to safety. I was twelve.


I heard the screech of someone who was

found, heard feet running hard and fast. I looked

around, found no one, and figured that the chase

was on. I was twelve.


Springing from my hiding spot, sprinting down

the path, running as fast as my feet could carry me.

I heard someone yell safe, and picked up my pace,

running towards the rock that was base. I was twelve.


I heard a shout and glanced behind me, finding

my pursuer hot on my trail. I ran faster, and finally

collapsed, safe, on the rock that was base. I was
twelve.

I had to write this for a literature class biography project. The assignment was to write a poem about my fondest memory at any age. ^-^ I thought it came out well, so I decided to post it. I hope everyone likes it ^-^

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