My mouth twitched. A flicker crossed my face. I knew what the glove as doing to me so suddenly I looked at the glove and roared, “Argh! What is happening?” I started to hit my hand with my other fist. “Something is biting me!” I snatched up a stick from the ground and thrust one end inside of me glove. “I will not take it off! I will not take it off! I will not! I will not!
Just then Dillon shouted. “Is it now when we run, Shona?” I wheeled round and rushed to the back of the tree. Dillon was perched up in the hollow, looking eager for the game to begin. For a second, Zac hung there by the glove, then came the THWUK as his hand pulled free and fell to the ground.