Step by step, I knew he was getting closer, ready to pounce the second I let my guard down. Careful I was, wary, not nearly enough. The rocks around me, sharp as a pocket knife, the fences that surround me, caging me in, giving me the feeling I was stuck behind bars, I knew I didn’t like it, I knew… I had to escape.
Before I left, I had one glance behind me before he approached. I began crawling around the obstacles of rocks, targeting the gate entirely. A few inches away from freedom, I felt it. That feeling was coming back, as were the footsteps.
I started panicking. I didn’t know what to do until, “Ow, my leg!” I looked around for the cause of my (now) bleeding leg. Then I remembered the rocks! I picked one up and lunged it to the far side of the prison. “What’s that sound?” He was distracted. This was my one shot at freedom. So I took it and ran.
I knew I couldn’t stop. I was fast, but not fast like him. I ignored the pain and kept going, going to the one place I had a chance of survival. After about 20 minutes of non-stop pain and agony, I’d finally made it. I sat down on a boulder beside me, still trying to catch my breath. I heard more footsteps, and before I knew it, he had me cornered. It was all over.
“I’ve got you now little girl.” He said with a grin so big, he could’ve been mistaken for the “Cheshire Cat”. I was a goner. He put out his hands, slowly getting closer and closer, eyes getting wider and wider. He reached me and said with a big smirk on his face,
“Good game sis. You’re getting faster and becoming a much better hider.”
“Thanks bro, can we have a rematch?”
“Sure, but let’s get out of this cave and get back home first.”
The game ended with a simple nod and a handshake. Now it was time for round two.