Narrative+RR

My Friends had all arrived. We got our first match ready and waited for the referee to start it.I got ready to move.I picked my cover and knew what I had to do.I gripped my weapon tightly, finger on the trigger and was prepared to dash. Then I heard the referee shout "game on!". Then the game began.

I ran to the nearest cover. I took aim and pulled the trigger.The problem was that the safety was on and nothing came out of my paintball gun. I didn't know that it was on and called the referee.The referee toke the safety off and I turn around just to see someone shoot me right in the leg. I watched from team sidelines as the rest of my team lost. The welt that I got was bright blue and purple.

Game 2 was slightly different. The game began and I ran to the nearest cover. I watched my team mates move and I shot where I though the other team was. The hard part in paintball is find out where the enemy is,not shooting them. I was moving from one cover to anot her when I got hit hard in the shoulder by my friend, Jacob Croskey. Again, I was out of the game. This time the welt had broken some of the skin and I started to bleed a little.After game two we ate Pizza and cake.

I decided to sit out for the two games and wait for my parents to get me an actual shirt with layers as the Nike shirt that I wore did not help. I watched a game full of people with full-auto guns that made the game unfair for my friends. In other words they got wrecked. I watched them then play a normal game. Right when they started my parents showed up with a better shirt. This shirt actually had layers. Game 5 was a good game. I sat in the castle for most of the time and shot at where I thought my enemies were. The castle provided great cover and protected me against enemy fire. I camped in the castle and didn't get hit once My team won but I didn't get anyone. I was happy that my team won and that I didn't get hit.

The game 6 was hard. The game started and I ran from cover to cover. I kept getting flanked. I finally reached where all the fighting was. I saw my dad and he started suppressing my position with his gun. I asked my teammate to shot him but, my teammate couldn't hear me. The game ended and my team won. It was time for everyone to play the final game which I didn't play because, of the full-auto people. After the final game my friends left and I went home. That was me...playing paintball