My hiding place

My head was itching but I couldn't move.

I could hear voices looking for me and a torch flicking on and off like flash lights. I wiggle on every movement I could feel against my cold skin. The night was dark as a shadow which scared me even more. I busting to so toilet but I couldn't move, they were to close. The light shone on me but they still didn't see me.

Addventrly I came out of the long grass.

By Rebecca