Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. GOOSE!

Some friends and I were at a restaurant today. We were talking about a bunch of things, and somehow the old game Duck duck goose came up. Man, I used to love that game

I remember sitting there in a circle, awaiting the person to come around.
Duck.
He's getting closer
Duck. Duck.
I hope he picks me.
Duck. Duck.
Holy shit he's right there. Is he gunna pick me?
Duck.
One person away. Get ready to run in case I'm chosen.
Duck.
I wasn't chosen. (Oh the dissapointment)
Duck. Duck.
Will this kid ever stop?
Duck.
He's been around the cirlce twice already.
Duck. Duck. Duck.
He's coming around again.
Duck. Duck.
Maybe he'll choose me this time.
Duck. Duck. Duck.
But maybe he won't. I bet he'll choose Sally. He likes her.
Duck.
But still.
Duck.
There's the small chance
Duck.
He'll
Duck.
Pick
Duck.
Me.
GOOSE!

My head is tapped and I wildly scramble to get up while he makes his way around the circle. I have to catch him I have to speed up. I need to get him before he sits down in my spot! Faster and faster I go, skidding on the carpeted floor around the circle of my wide-eyed pupils watching the heated chase. Closer, closer, I'm almost there, I can almost touch him I can almost feel his clothing against my fingerti-
BAM.
He crashes to the floor with a thunderous sound. He wins. He takes my spot. It's now my turn. The only question is...

Who will I choose?