Snippet #2488317

It was bloody well time. If patience was a skill he would need later in life, it certainly was being tested here in the cold snow of his ninth winter. He had already picked the bark clean along the trunk of the bush beneath which he now sat. It served as some sort of decorative edging at one end of a low stone wall winding upon the edges of the school ground. It was from behind this wall that Phillip had now strained his neck upward to peer over for what seemed the millionth billionth time, looking for the girls return.

At last, now she had come. He was certain that his plan would go without a hitch now, and he had seen her without her seeing him in return. As she rounded the corner he was quick to duck his head away, and begin the short crawl back along the wall to retreat from his bushy hiding place. Being sure he was the most guileful version of himself he moved swiftly back towards the courtyard and tried to work himself as near to her back as he could. With the threat of her up and leaving a possibility, he hurried himself to leap forward a bit clumsily with an excited: "Gotcha!!" With this, he tried his very best to "tag" the younger child upon the shoulder without giving himself away. His lips began to curl in laughter even before the results of such adolescent greeting was to be witnessed.