“Ok first we are going to play stomp the buggie!” She grins at you. “Abby how can we play that we don’t have....a....buggie.” You say slowly as realization dawns on you. You remember you are the buggie. You squirm in her grip as she goes to the center of the room. Abby places you on the floor between her feet and stands to her full height. Jason looks around and sees dirty clothes toys and a few candy wrappers on the floor.
“Ok let’s play. If I stomp on you I win and get to punish you anyway I want. If you can avoid me for 5 minutes you win and I’ll take you to an adult of help.” She says as she sets a timer. “Abby please! Just get me help and I’ll play with you till they can help me.” Abby’s only answer was to stomp her foot. “Start!” She yelled.
You have managed to dodge her feet, so far, but it seemed like she was missing on purpose. This is a game for her so it possible. You sneak a glance at the timer and you still have 2 minutes left. You dodge her foot as it stomped closer this time. Just as she is about to stomp again, the door opens, and your mom comes in.
“Abby it time to eat. Have you seen jason? He’s not in his room.” She asks. “No. I’ve not seen him yet but if I do I’ll tell him.” Abby replies. “Ok, honey.” You see your chance and run towards her yelling. “Mom! Mom! I’m here I need...” your cut off as....
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