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Night Games

June 1, 2011
By Megan Lawrence BRONZE, Moundsview, Minnesota
Megan Lawrence BRONZE, Moundsview, Minnesota
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I remember…
The flakey red paint chips falling down on us
Wet frosty grass clinging to our feet
Ducking down hiding
Thorns grazing across my legs
A chilly silvery fence laced between my fingers
A light far away
Creeping closer and closer
Me laughing nervously
A smile smearing across your face

I remember…
The fingers, Warm and sweaty
Wrapping around my icy hands
Pulling me
A soft whisper in my ear telling me to run
Crunching thuds quickening behind us
My foot getting caught on a flag pole
Chilly wet grass quickly meeting my face
You helping me up
So sweet and caring

I remember…
Looking at you
You looking at me
Then he comes
The light Glairing right upon us
We laugh and sprint away
Stomp onto that dirt pile
And we are safe
Done playing this game


The author's comments:
Its about a game my friends and I used to play during the night, that we called night games. Its sort of like hide and seek.

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on Jan. 12 2012 at 11:18 am
Liz-Betto BRONZE, Terra Froza, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
"Don't be humble. You're not that great."

Marvelous, Megan! Just marvelous!