...91,92,93,94,95,96,97,98,99,100,...
Ready or not, here we come.
Jett's jacket screeches on the concrete wall behind me.
The trees shake, pointing to our hiding spot.
Don't cough. Don't even breathe.
Am I going to be the first found?
Imagine you are in a spiky bush,
you can't move or breathe.
The teachers muttering mutes me.
They are closing in on us. I say in my head she grows near.
I have never seen Ari so hushed before.
I can feel my heart in my chest rebounding
every time I breathe.
And I just had to cough - I let it go.
I hear the footsteps gain volume “Found you.”
I yell “Gucci mano!”
The game was over.
