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Tuesday, 25 October 2016

Hide in seek

         Hide and seek

123…  you dash off. You hear the seekers counting.
You see a big bush and you jump into it.
..98 99 100. Here I come.
The seekers start to prowl.
My heart suffers as I hear the footsteps come closer.
My hands shake the leaves under me.  
Hope you don't get caught.
Don't move. Don’t breathe.
The prickle bush pokes you as the sun goes down.
Finally you hear a horn.
Yes! You dash back to the rest of the
hiders.












































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































as it gets Quieter don't look out yet
the seeker are still searching you could see your friends but you say go away
You hear the pounding footsteps come closer and closer






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