This is my story about year 8 camp 2014:
I dived through the supplejack as paintballs soared over my head and shattered onto the trees behind me.
This felt just like I was in the Afghanistan war; sprinting through the streets and dodging the bullets as I try to get to my friends.
I glimpsed a yellow flag in a tall tree. I started to run towards it, but I stopped just in time. Around the tree, there were 3 people. They were wearing camo, so they were not on my team.
I lowered myself down slowly into the leaves and brush below me. I put my gun between two thick branches and aimed someone up. I could hear my heart pounding heavily in my chest; it was heaving with anxiety. I was aiming that person up, when I had an idea. Why not fire a couple of shots on to a tree a couple of metres away from me to distract them. So I did. Then, I shot one of the people in the leg.
“OWWWWWWWWWWWW”
I chuckled Quietly to myself. “That must’ve been Jade”
While I still had the chance I snuck up behind them and yanked the flag from the hole in the big, barky brown tree. I was turning around when someone softly called my name. One of the parents had just warned me that there was a fourth person from the other team, hiding around the other side of the tree, with his back to me. I crept up behind him and put my gun on his back and whispered to him, “surrender”. This felt just like I was taking hostages in a war!
Before he could warn his team, I raced up the hill back to the shelter, dodging branches and bullets, while the parent shot everyone who was trying to get me.
I got up to the top, and Mr Hart blew the hooter. I took off my gear and put the gun away.. Not only had I just won the round of capture the flag; It felt like I had just won the war for my country!
By Max