I Hate Being Tickled

I remember when I was in 5th grade while we were on the bus coming back from a field trip and I was talking to one of my classmates/aquantinces named Brianna. She asked me how my grades were. I told her that they weren't so great. She said "That's not good Kandi. If you get bad grades, I'm going to have to tickle you." I kind of laughed nervously. And with that, she brought her hand forward, attempting to tickle me. I screamed and scooted all the way over in my seat to the window. Brianna said "Come here you." I, of course, just screamed and said no to her. Brianna's hand never reached me. However, I know that if I see her again and I have bad grades that I will get tickled. I can run, I can hide, but I'm not going to escape her hand the next time.