It
by Lynn S. M.
It’s coming after me. I know I should run but I’m not fast enough, so I hide instead. I peer through the bush’s branches and strain my ears for any hint of It. My heart pounds so loudly I am sure It will hear. If It finds me, it will be bad. Anyone It touches turns into It. I can’t let that happen to me.
Footsteps getting louder. Oh no! There It is. Closer now. I close my eyes and hope It doesn’t see me.
My best friend touches me and scampers off giggling. “Tag! You’re It!”
