Running For My LIfe

As the wind licked my hair & the pine trees scratching my cheek,
I'm running, hiding, and dodging trees.
I make sure they can't hear me speak,
with the pine cones in my pocket growing heavy.

I hear them all yelling my name,
"Get Tianna, She's over here!"
Thinking how I'm far from fame,
I think fast and hide in the tall grass.

I watch as they all walk by,
A smile playing on my red face.
I jump out and scream "HI!",
Pelting them with the cones.

I Have won!