Thursday, 22 October 2015

Hiding place

There I was laying under the stiff bristly hay, my eleven year old brother directly beside me.nothing but nature life and the twilight sky around. We whispered to each other, trying to find a tropical peachy red type of colour on our sister's shoes.



We buried ourselves in hay. At one point, Lauren stepped on my finger then walked away. I felt like I was being spied on like jackie chan when he was spying on the bad guys in rush hour 3. It reminded me of when I was a year one when us boys tried to spy on the girls without them noticing.


We tried to switch our hiding spots. It was going so well. We ran past the last street on the quiet subdivision and a booming voice said “found you”.


My brother and I screeched “noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!”






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