“Never again!” Kimi promised herself weaving her way through the crowd. It felt as if she had a sign, back and front: “I AM A SPY.”
Everyone who glanced her way was an enemy. Every pocket held a gun. The guy who brushed against her was trying to trap her. Although every step brought her closer to safety, it felt as if there were miles to go.
Clutching her net bag to her chest, she continued to run. Finally! Safety!
“Kimi, why are you panting? Did you run?”
“I was playing ‘spy.’ They almost got me !”