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Creative Writing: Mayweather V. Mcgregor Fight
“This match is boring, let’s go outside and do something while we wait for the Mayweather v. McGregor fight.” Khialeo said, as we were all sitting down watching TV. “Like what?” I said, “how about play hide and seek in the dark?” suggested Marc. We all agreed, and quickly ran up the stairs and out the front door. As soon as I arrived outside, I could smell the fresh air, and feel the warm summer breeze flowing past me. When we got onto the driveway, we decided who was going to be the first one to be it. “Alright, Jeremiah will be it first” said Khialeo, then we told him to count to thirty. As Jeremiah started counting, Khialeo and I bolted across the street and into my yard. We ran through some big trees that were standing on the side of my …show more content…
He walked very slowly, and we didn’t know if he actually saw us or not, so when Jeremiah got close, we jetted away from behind the tree, and ran for our lives. As I looked behind, I saw Jeremiah getting closer and closer to me, but then he quickly changed directions, and yelled, ¨Khi, I´m coming for you!¨ I breathed heavily as I stopped to gain control of my breathing. I then spotted some cars in my driveway, so I quickly ran in between them, and lied down. As I layed there, I heard nothing but the heavy summer wind roaring over the cars. Then suddenly, I heard ¨Thump, thump, thump¨ behind me, and quickly looked behind me. ¨Oh it´s just you¨ I said to Marc as he came beside me and lied down. ¨Everybody can come out from their spots, I tagged Khi¨ shouted Jeremiah, then we hopped out from between the cars, shouting ¨Over here!¨ Jeremiah looked toward us, and said ¨I give up, I couldn't catch Khi¨, and we all walked back to the driveway to start another game. That night we played a few more rounds, and after that, we went back inside. When we were inside, we watched the Mayweather v. McGregor fight until 12:30am, and then I went back

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