"What I avoided most was drawing their attention."
It was indeed.
I'd run a mile from those people with wrinkled faces and who smelled like a weird moisturizer, playing hide and seek around the school.
Good for me!
I didn't want to talk.
Any of them.
I'd get caught,
but still wouldn't talk.
Then I'd daydream.
Sometimes wild, sometimes wicked.
It used to feel good to remember this.
But then it went tasteless because I remembered it too much.
Whatever, I'd run, and they'd chase without knowing.
They'd catch me, I wouldn't talk, then they'd release me. Luckily!
"They can't keep me forever," I'd say.