My entry for @mariannewest's latest contest

It was Jonnas' birthday, the most pampered one of our group, who always had the latest video game. It was okay, because he used to call us to go visit him all the time. Sometimes he was annoying because he was so bossy.

One night, the five of us were there, and he had the idea of ​​playing hide and seek in the woods. We were going to have pudding for dessert, so no one wanted to leave before dinner. We don't really like the idea, but anything goes for a good pudding. Jonnas counted to 10 in the distance as we ran for cover.

I hid in a hole in a tree. Being eight years old and small, it wasn't difficult. I knew I would win the game doing this. As I waited until time was up and it was dinnertime, it became very cold. At least, that's how I felt, but it was summer. Maybe it was going to rain.

I heard a scream far away. "Finally Jonnas caught one of my friends", I thought. They called us in for dinner. I passed one of my other friends as I ran back to his house. He was standing there, smiling strangely, with something in his hand. He was always kind of silly, so I just let him know that dinner was ready. Maybe he hadn't heard.

Only Jonnas and I were seated at the table. When his parents asked where the others were, I didn't know, and I didn't care, as I was much more interested in the pudding. I don't remember what happened the rest of the day, because for me, it had been a good day, but the friend I passed by had freaked out and killed the other two.

If it hadn't been for my overwhelming desire to eat that pudding, I would have stopped to ask what had happened. I would have met the same fate as them.

Era aniversário do Jonnas, o mais mimado do grupo, que tinha sempre o videogame mais recente. Tudo bem, porque ele chamava a gente para ir à casa dele direto. Às vezes, era chato, porque ele era muito mandão.

Numa noite, nós cinco estávamos lá, e ele teve a ideia de brincar de esconde-esconde no bosque. Iria ter pudim de sobremesa, então ninguém quis ir embora antes do jantar. Não gostamos muito da ideia, mas tudo por um bom pudim. Jonnas contou até dez ao longe, enquanto corríamos para nos esconder.

Me escondi no buraco de uma árvore. Com oito anos e sendo pequeno, não foi difícil. Sabia que iria ganhar o jogo por isso. Enquanto esperava o tempo passar até a hora do jantar, foi ficando muito frio. Pelo menos, foi a sensação que tive, mas era verão. Talvez estivesse para chover.

Ouvi um grito longe dali. "Finalmente o Jonnas um dos meus amigos", pensei. Chamaram para o jantar. Passei por um dos meus outros amigos enquanto corria de volta para a casa dele. Ele estava parado, sorrindo de um jeito estranho, com algo na mão. Ele sempre foi meio bobo, então apenas avisei que o jantar já estava pronto. Talvez ele não tivesse ouvido.

Apenas Jonnas e eu estávamos sentados à mesa. Quando os pais perguntaram onde estavam os outros, eu não soube responder, e não me importava, já que estava muito mais interessado no pudim. Não me lembro do que aconteceu no resto do dia, pois para mim, foi um dia bom até então, mas o amigo por quem passei havia surtado, e matado os outros dois.

Se não fosse minha vontade imensa de comer o pudim, eu teria parado para perguntar o que havia acontecido. Eu teria tido o mesmo fim que os outros.

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