Footsteps thunder across the park.
We race to find the best spot.
I zoom to the nearest bush.
Am I hidden enough am I quite enough.
Stay still don’t move a soul.
Ready or not here we come!
Out of the corner of my eye I see two seekers ready to pounce on their prey.
People near me all start whispering.
Like a fairy clapping its wings together.
I wonder to myself why do they have to whisper why can’t they just be silent!
Quick tuck up like a polar bear.
Feet start to slip around on the leaves.
Like we are all ice skating for the first time.
We are all differently going to get found now I mumble.
Quick be quiet don’t even dare to breath.
A darkening shadow pauses over us like giants ready to have lunch.
Oh no there is mrs pageot she is going to find us!
Crunch up your eyes and hold your breath.
Oh no I have been captured in the class bubble.
I should have hid in a better hiding spot.