Kick the bucket

This is a moment in time writing. I am learning to use sophisticated punctuation I think I am at level 5. This is about an outside game that I played with some people.

 

                                      Kick the bucket

 It was the dead night, the moon was concealed behind the clouds; everyone was quiet, with their ears taking in every sound and their eyes trying to make out the shadows of the night. Everyone was focused, ready to be a show off and win the game. 

 “READY OR NOT HERE I COME!” Shrieked the seeker, everyone was ready. I crept forward, peeping around the corner to see the seeker calmly crouching in a corner observing the surroundings trying to spot the hiders, like a cat waiting for its prey. He covered the torch hiding his whereabouts. The seeker found two people creeping behind the truck, the seeker called their names and kicked the bucket the two victims, Kaine and Aden. 

 About everyone was found, I spied the seeker wandering off to find the others “NOW!” I thought to myself not knowing if I said it out loud or not. In the blink of an eye, I leapt out of my hiding place charging towards the bucket not aware of anything else. That's what the seeker must’ve thought when they saw the bucket too, the seeker charged towards the bucket. My foot swiped barely grazing the bucket then... Smack! 

I smacked into the seeker, my Dad. My shoulder was screeching in pain and so was my back. “When did grass become so hard?” I thought to myself. I grabbed an ice pack and slumped onto the couch. A sharp pain struck through my shoulder. I was finished for the night and I was even finished with walking. The seeker won and as you know he bragged... a lot.