One day, I was driving to PAINTBALL. I was so excited. I love paintball, I love it because I like the thrill. I like having to get shot when you fail. I love the sound it makes when it fires, it gives you a sense of freedom or full control of things. I love to shoot people and claim to my team
“THEY ARE OUT OF HERE!”, because when I shoot someone I shoot them 5 times to ensure they're OUT. Another a reason is i'm really good at it. I rarely get shot and most of the time its friendly fire. One time the game ended and my best friend decided to light me up with paintball from 10 feet away. It hurt a lot. Today i’m going with that same best friend (which cannot be named). He is pretty good at paintball.
Once we got there we geared up. I brought Camo gear, my pod harness and filled pods because i'm serious about paintball. On the other hand, my best friend was wearing a neon blue short sleeve outfit. He once we filled up our air and ammo we went to a field. I asked the ref to put us in a harder match. We went to field six and there were all adults. They were laughing at me. But soon I knew that I would have the last laugh. We split up in teams and the match begin. …show more content…
I tried to keep my friend under my wing so he didn't embarrass me. We did amazing. My friend surprised me. Me and my friend played many more games. One game we were facing someone all lot better and bigger than us. We weren't frightened. He was very cocky. Once we got into the match I was starting to get a bit scared. He was targeting us. We tried to defend our self for a while. Then my friend came around him and shot him 10 times. The guy got very mad. He ran after my friend. I knew that this wasn't going to end