I ran. Twisting and twirling away from my pursuers. Sweat poured down my face. I was panting, and my body wasn’t getting enough oxygen. Faster, faster! I screamed to myself! Forcing myself to run on. I had often wondered what would happen if you kept on running after your body was telling you to stop... I guess I was about to find out.
“Stupid dress.” I muttered.
I’m going to be honest here, a dress has got to be the WORST thing to run in.
I was running out of energy... fast.
I could hear my heart beat: thumpa, thumpa, thumpa.

Wow that thing is fast!

I was being boxed in. I screamed. They had me now. No more running, now I had to chase too. No, no. It shouldn’t be like this! I screamed once more.

“Tag you’re it.”