Run... hide... repeat. I’m behind an old pine tree with the sun beating down on my body when I hear the words “Come out Spencer, come out come out wherever you are!” in that taunting voice.  I look around the tree to get a better look but don’t see anyone, so I turn around to run but then he’s standing there as if he just materialized in front of me, and with a grin on his face too. He puts his hand on me and says the words that no person likes to hear, “You’re it!” then he bolts in the other direction. I’m running as fast as I can to catch up with him but he reaches his house, and when I’m inches away from his door he slams it shut and locks it, but it’s not until I hear the “click” that I realize my fingers are wedged between the door.

“help!” I screamed in pain.

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 I didn’t want to try to pull my hands out because I knew that it might hurt even more. 

“Please open the door my fingers are stuck!” I say with a shuddering voice because I’m starting to cry.

 “You just want me to open the door so you can tag me!” he says with a suspicious tone.

 But I continue to proceed with my pleading when finally, he opens the door. Both he and I are shocked to see the condition my hands are in, an off blackish color with a bit of brown and, not to mention the uncontrollable shaking. Were going to my father for help but then I remember that he’s not at the house so instead, we go back to his house to put my hands on some ice, and after a while, the pain slowly goes away.

“Can we just play hide and seek next time?” I ask.

“Fine” he rebuttals.