chapter one.

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'Guys! Listen up!' yelled the senior youth paster, Ross Winston. 'We are going to start the game now, when I say go, all of you are going to run out there and hide, the 'hunters' will stay here and count to 300, then come after you.

GO!' he yelled and everyone made a mad dash for the trees, Becca and I headed for the tower- a small replica of a poorly built watch tower. As we approached it we found a really good hiding place. There was a clump of bushes surrounded by trees.

'Hey what about there?' asked Becca, pointing to the bushes. We run over and get a good spot where we could see from all angles and have a fast get away. 

'hey! Guess what!' she whispered to me. 

'What!?!?'

'Tyler asked me to go to the movies with him!' she squealed and I did the same. Tyler and her have been practically going out since the 7th grade and not once have they done anything together.

'soo..?' she says and I look at her questionably

'what?' 

'I saw Emmet talking to you!' 

'It's not that big of a deal...' I say trying not to blush. I have had the biggest crush on this guy, for the longest time, only thing is, he's two years older than me and has a girlfriend; who is, not to mention, one of my friends sister.

'Oh come on Alex! It is too!' 

'Yeah.. It is!' I reply.

'So? What did he say???' she asks. 

'Well we jus-' I stop.

'Why did y-'

'SHHH!' I cut her off. ' I heard something...' just then someone sees us. We run. As we run, Megan and I split up; the person chasing us turns and follows Becca. I keep running just in case. Once I stop to catch my breath I realized I probably have gone to far out, so I decide to turn around. In the back I hear a twig snap. A twist around and strain to listen. I duck and hide. I didn't hear it again so I keep going but decide to run slightly. As I'm running I try to listen as much as possible, it was way to dark to see where I was going, but I saw the tower 200-300yards away, i came out to a flat, clear part, but as I start to actually run, I tripped over a rock and twisted my ankle. I tried to stand but instead mufle a scream. it was bad, but it wasn't a sprain. As I sit there, I try to figure out where I am and realize I have no idea how to get back.

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