Monday, March 21, 2011

the day when my life changed

My legs were beginning to cramp as I sat motionless in my hiding place. I tried to slow my breathing, but I could hear my heartbeat drumming in my ears. I wondered if it could be heard in the deafening silence. I felt my calf muscle tighten painfully and as a reaction, I shifted my weight. The sound echoed and it was my fatal mistake...

  They were right in front of me and I did not know what to do. If I tried to ran they would get me in a second and that would be the end. However if I stayed still maybe they would just pass and go look somewhere else. I had been running for hours my legs were killing me I was not going to run. They were right there making a plan and I could not hear anything they were saying. They were leaving I had done it but then after they left there was one person there Joe. Why did they leave someone there now what was I supposed to do I couldn't run he would grab me but I was so tired I was going to fall over. They were going to find me I might as well let them get me and I could go rest. However I would be letting every one down.

   Joe sat down and closed his eyes I had a good chance if I ran I could make it back, so I was going to run. Joe started to snore so I slowly moved and then when I was ready I ran. Joe didn't move I could make It, almost there. I had done it. I got back with the flag and I did not get put in the jail. Every one on my team started to cheer.

   "I did it. We won." I yelled as loud as I could. My friends were pushing through the crowd to come and see me.

   "Jessie, you made. how did you get away?" my best friend asked. She wasn't the only one who wanted to know. So when I was going to start Joe walks up with his friends they were so mad.

"How did you get back without getting tagged," Joe said with a mad face

"Well I ran a lot but when you guys were right in front of me, you left Joe to sit there. Well he kinda feel asleep and so I ran. Know we get to eat desert and you boys get to wash dishes."

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