Paintballing with Dylan Aidan C.

       Sweat beads down my head and my heart is pounding. The whistle blows. The paintballs start pouring like cats and dogs. The piercing popping paintballs are flying like birds. I shoot and slide, Dylan and I are the only two left. We are pinned with an elite sniper in the fort and a guard. I end up hitting the guard. A paintball splattering on his chest.  The ref misses it!

       I almost hit the elite sniper. We talk using hand signals. We see, smell and hear paintballs and paintball guns. The round is over, we head off the field, winners! It is one of the best days of my life. Sweat beads down my head and my heart is pounding.