Lost.

"You can't hide, Chrissie!" a voice called out of the darkness. With no place to turn, I duck into the nearest room and silently dropped into a corner, hoping that I blended in with the rest of the lit up room. Suddenly, the footsteps sounded close, too close for comfort. This was end; I knew it but I wasn't prepared for it either. There was no way out. I started to shift closer to the corner as the soft thumps drew closer and closer, each step marking my demise. "So you thought you could hide, eh?"

I cowered, trying to make myself invisible, hoping it was all an illusion. From where I was recoiled, I saw the small shadow of my pursuer approaching from the right.

"I see you; just come out." The voice carried across the dim room, making me shiver. Maybe if I pretend to be invisible, he'll leave. I thought to myself. I knew, especially with my luck streak, it wouldn't happen. The shadow drew nearer until it was at the corner of my hiding spot. Suddenly, a blinking light behind the silhouette caught my eye. It was a star and a shimmering one at that! The one that could possibly save my life! I lunged for the nearest object, which turned out to be a tennis ball, and blindly threw to my left. I heard it roll across the hardwood floor and connect with a pile of guns. As my seeker ran past me to investigate the noise, I hurriedly jumped up and ran. I nearly slipped on the wet carpet as I eagerly sprinted for the safety of the star or rather what was under it. Unfortunately, the spot was already occupied.

"Jessica." The word escaped my mouth with a hiss. I narrowed my eyes at the figure hunched near the edge of the tree. Her shimmering black shirt sparkled with the different colors of the lights from the wall. She grinned at me and patted the beige floor next to her, motioning for me to sit down. Scowling at her, I crouched down, just in time to miss the projectile whizzing past my head. It exploded on the wall behind me and I was soaked. That was it. I jumped up and pulled out my own pink gun. As I aimed toward my challenger, another shot whizzed past my outstretched arm and hit the branch above Jessica's head. With a BANG, she was showered with wet pine needles.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" a shrill voice called out. A figure stepped into the room, glowing from head to toe in white. My aunt had arrived, holding a rolling pin in one hand. My opponent and I eyed it as we dropped our water guns.

"It's Christmas Eve and I will NOT have your silly little games destroy

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