It’s really cold out, mommy told me to be home before the street lights came on. The sun is going down though, and the game isn’t over. The darkness is beginning to rest beneath the trees. We have been playing, playing tag for a while now. I’m really tired, and I don’t know how much longer I can run for. Dark, damp leaves covered the soil of the woods, creating a chill my pink jacket won't save me from. My foot snapped a stick as I ran down the hill now, and I heard him come out from behind a tree. Everything moved in slow motion, I had to find a place to run, to run and hide. I can hear him laughing and panting behind me. I don't think I can run any faster. I just want to go home, a tear ran down my cheek. He jumped out in front of me and raised his knife, “You're it”.