The wind howled as he stroked his hair. His lips were moving, saying something that I couldn't really understand. He then proceeded to pull something from the back of his pockets. He had quickly flashed them in front of my eyes, I wasn't able to even have a glance at what he had held before me. I squinted and what I assumed were maracas he shook them at rigorous speeds. He took in a deep breath and yelled "I AM THE ALMIGHTY GEORGE LOPEZ" and pounced onto one of the trees. As he swiftly glided from tree to tree my heart pounded out of my chest, I knew that I wasn't safe and that I had to escape. Running for my life and swiftly dodging every fallen branch I knew that he was always right behind me. I stopped to try and catch my breath, and hopefully I had lost him. Maybe I was safe and that I didn't have to run anymore. I was surely mistaken, there he was heavily breathing in and out. "Why do you keep running little boy?" He questioned as his head had began to spin in a complete circle. I didn't know what to do or what to say so I did the only reliable option, and that was to run. Running for my life I hear him shaking his maracas, shaking them harder than an earthquake shook California. I trip over my own shoe lace, hurrying to tie it but I wasn't fast enough. Just 300 feet behind me I hear him roaring and pounding he chest. He screams to me "Te voy a conseguir niño" (I'm gonna get you little boy) I knew I couldn't run anymore, I had lost all hope. He won, I was to be the next victim of the almighty George Lopez
