John knew he only had fifteen seconds left to hide. He ran past John Henry, who looked ridiculous with a lampshade over his head, standing in the corner. He considered his options...the closet, a bedroom, behind a grandfather clock, ... He decided to try his luck in a bedroom. He jumped into the closet and was met with annoyance.
"John, find your own hiding place." Cameron told him.
"Oh come on, Cam, there's nowhere else." he complained.
"Yes there is. Now go."
He disappointedly complied. Moments later he was instead crawling under a bed.
There was the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. He could hear his own heart beating fast. The footsteps methodically checked a few rooms before finally stopping momentarily in the door way of the room he was in. He could see feet from under the bed. John knew he had probably failed; he would soon be discovered...again. Legs bent down, and a face appeared in front of him. He thought to himself, "This can't happen again."
"Got you!" the girl nearly screamed.
He didn't like losing, but the beaming smile and missing teeth of the little girl hardly seemed like an enemy. The fear on his face turned to a smile.
"Yeah, you got me."
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