Go home, Stay home.

Mr Tregonning yells "GO". The taggers run into the game. You can't trust anyone. The big fence and tree makes me feel short. I take a step. "Crunch." I stept on a pile of crunchy brown leaves. Oh no! I'm surrounded with them. Birds chirping, leaves crunching and taggers tagging.

Will he find me, will I win, will I lose? My legs hurt, I must sit down. My arms are relaxed, I must wake them. My bum is numb, I must stand. He's coming. I must run, before it's too late.

Slowly walk around the tree. Don't make a noise, don't make any sudden movements. Laughter gets louder and louder. Then it stops. All that's left to do is run. Before I know it, the tagger is chasing Kaitlin, Emily and I. "GO HOME STAY HOME 123" Kaitlin, Emily and I screamed. I wish we could have another round. And we did.

By Charlene

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