It seemed like a safe place to hide, at least for now. The tide lapped gently at my feet, I shuffled even further into the cave to ensure that I was completely obscured from view.

Anyways I was too mature to play this silly game. What an inane idea! Only Olive could have come up with it. Hide and seek at 15?! She herself was 17, 2 years my senior, all the worse. And imagine she has a fiancé; poor Jean-François, what the heck will he do with such a childish bride? My classmates in Paris are at least envious of me for my crazy cousin. This is one huge compensation for caving in to her capers. The train is leaving in an hour and a half taking us back to Paris to pick a lavish wedding dress for her, and here we are playing nutty games in the mud. I hope she drops her campy engagement ring in the sea. . .

Oh, look, that's Pierre, Jean-Francioş's bigger younger brother, maybe I should step back nearer towards the sea . . .

The bold part is from the app "Fiction Prompter."