Don’t Peek
S.B. Rhodes“One… Two… Three…” Chloe leaned against the tall oak tree, her eyes pressed tightly into her arms to ensure that she was not peeking. It had been a while since she played games like this. She used to play all the time before the fever took her little sister.
They would spend hours playing together, giggling until their sides hurt. Their mother often had to drag them to the dinner table. They were best friends. Now, Tiffany was gone, and Chloe spent the better part of two years sitting by herself in the cafeteria, afraid to get too close to anyone. It took some coaxing by her mother to get her out of her shell, but she was finally ready to try.
She introduced herself to the girls, who looked her up and down before responding. Most of the girls were welcoming, though
