Freeze Tag
It was a cold and crisp day in Michigan, waiting for the bus
in a freezing car is not exactly perfect for a Monday morning. The time went by
as slow as molasses. Finally the bus came we walked on and plopped our butts in
to a seat. The bus drove on and my friends and I talked about what we were
going to be for Halloween. The bus pulled up the Berkshire and let some kids
off and we drove away but then he noticed that THERE WAS A KID SLEEPING ON OUR
BUS and we had to turn around and wake up the kid. After that we drove to
Midvale to pick up kids. When we got then we all ran off the bus and got ready
to play freeze tag. Everyone was frozen but me Jerry and the tagger his little
sister Maya.
“GO” I
yelled
We began the game Maya came after me first I ran around the
other bus parked there and started screaming at the top of my lungs
“A
LITTLE GIRL IS GOING TO GET ME HELP”
“HAHA” Nick laughed behind us
I sprinted around the bus in to a cluster of my friends and
ran in to the corner and Maya tagged me.
“JERRY
COME A UNTAG ME NOWWWWW”
“I am coming” He said from the other side of the bus
Please Jerry the words spun around in my head like a Frisbee.
All of a sudden Jerry ran up and tagged me and I ran after him to the other
side of the bus.
When I ran up everyone was frozen
but me and Jerry again, Maya came running up to us about to tag and we both
dodged her hand and ran to get the others untagged to run from Maya. We all ran
to the side of the bus and waited for Maya to come. Maya whipped around the
side of the bus like a bullet and startled us that I jumped she ran right at me
I had nowhere to go so I stood there with everyone behind me ran off when I got
tagged. The cool air was crawling up my neck like spiders and I noticed that
the grass had a little bit of dew left on it and it was floating up like mist
on a waterfall creeping around the school like a shadow. The orange sun was
lighting up the dull sky.
Even thought the cold crisp air was creeping up everyone’s
necks we all had fun playing our little game in the little lot next to the big
yellow bus in the misty air everything was fine on that Monday morning in
October we did not care what was going to happen.
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