“Ohhhhsisi. Ohhhhnownow,” we were chanting.

The capoeira man banged his stick against the cup. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. We all ran, including me. But I had run straight into the waiting arms of Sandra. I felt myself get swept off my feet and spun around. I heard a mix of laughter and shrieking and wondered who was making that noise. I realized it was me as Sandra put me down.

“Sharks over here,” the capoeira man said. “Go!” he said.

Sandra did all the moves we were taught earlier. Including a cartwheel! We all mirrored her.
“There are a lot of sharks!” the capoeira man remarked. “Go get them,” he said to us sharks.
We all ran like wild tagging anyone. That might have been the weirdest game of “fishy, fishy cross my ocean” I’ve ever played. I could see across the shoe line (a line of shoes) all the fishies copying Sandra. There were a few people sitting off to the side and taking pictures. I could see shy kids way in the back and in the front were the kids who wanted to win “fishy, fishy cross my ocean.”

AUTHOR
Nicole A.
7th Grade

Simmons Camp
Journal

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