The Tree


It goes off.

They’ll surely hear.

Mom will come out.

The students will

Come out.

They’ll know I’m leaving.


I search the area

For a hiding spot.

With no other option,

I climb the nearest

Tree as fast as possible.

Sure enough,

Students and teachers

Come rushing out.

The teachers

Survey the area

Only to be


I breathe

A breath of relief.

“What was that?”

Mom questions.

She heads toward

My tree

And looks up.

I hold my breath.

“There’s nothing there Eugenia,”

My history teacher says

To my mom.

She looks one more time

But walks away.

I know she’ll be on the


Mom knows I’m gone.

The End

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