“One, two, three”, Milly yells. I start to run to find a hiding spot. Under the table? No, too obvious. I start to panic.
I scramble into the corner where our couches meet. I try tucking myself in, to make myself as small as possible.
Then I hear footsteps. “Here I come’, Milly screams.
My heart races. She bolts into the room. I hold my breath as she looks under the table.
I hear slow footsteps, seemingly walking out of the room. But where did she go?
All of a sudden, she comes, jumps on the couch and yells, “Found you! Your turn”.
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