fandomhigh | Childhood Games, Class #2, Thursday period 1

The class met out by the main campfire today, where Lily looked much happier being in the actual outdoors. "Hi, guys. You all came back!" she said, quickly doing a headcount to make sure that was true. "Today we're getting a little more active than last week and playing a game called Red Light, Green Light. Um, okay, in case you've never been in a car, you can only drive at streetlights when the light turns green, and you have to stop when it turns red. Same thing here, only minus the cars. That's another class.

"The first person will stand here," she said, standing next to the unlit campfire and turning her back, "so you can't see what everyone's doing. Everyone else stands where you guys are now, and when I say 'green light', you all run towards me. When I say 'red light' you all have to stop where you are or you're out and have to sit over there." She pointed to the spot she'd designated Time Out. Shush, old habits died hard. "The first person to reach the campfire wins, and you go on to the next round. Pretty easy, right? Any questions?

"Okay," she said, once any had been answered. "Who wants to go first?"

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Turtle gave a slight glance toward Miss Aldrin. She'd be able to put Worf in time out before he had a chance to kill Turtle, right?

Right.

She then eyed him a little more, "Greeeeeeeee---" she started, dragging it out, watching carefully.

Worf crouched down low and kept his eye on Turtle.

He looked at her and growled through gritted teeth.

"--EEEEE..REDLIGHT!"

There was a false start but Worf managed to keep himself from falling forward.

He was NOT amused.

Turtle snapped her fingers; curses. She thought that might work. But then she sighed in resignation, turning around with an utterly defeated, "...green light..."

Which two seconds later was met with a sudden burst of another "Red light!"

And caught Worf off balance...

He stopped too late and was very unhappy about it.

You could tell by the low growls and the clenching of the fists.

With this guy? Turtle was not going to cheer. She bit down her victory, nibbling on her lower lip.

"Um, good job?" she offered.

Worf glared at Turtle.

"Thank you."

Nope. Totally didn't mean it.

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