I have to say how wonderful this Halloween was...so WARM. No rain or snow we could walk around with out coats on and people can actually see the costumes the kids are wearing...so FUN!!
Here we will end with a story that Gabe wrote for his class. He's actually a pretty good writer I was impressed.
Scary story: Happy Birthday!
written by Gabe Bishop
This was it, the final blow, thought Nate as he was crouched low,
ready to take the flag. As he walked low, he parted through a pair of trees
and stumbled upon an open field of grass. He was trapped, no more cover
but 2 foot grass to hide in. There it was, the Red teams flag. There was no-
one in sight, and that was a little disturbing to Nate. He crawled, the grass
eye level with his rifle on his back was when at this time, he heard a thump
against something behind him.
Nate flipped around and saw Robby, paint splattered against his face
guard, when he stood up and raised his paintball gun and started to return
to base where he could be revived. Now Nate was all alone, as he looked
around the field in the treetops when he saw Chris with his sniper rifle
aiming straight at Nate’s chest.Frightened but ready, Nate jumped up as a
pure black paintball missed him by nearly an inch. That’s when he heard
a battle cry of nearly 10 kids, so Nate decided to book it to the flag. As he
heard many shots wizz past him, none of them could seem to hit him.
As his mind cleared up, he realized that he had just ran into an
ambush. At that moment, Nate realized that he hadn't even bothered to get
his own gun and take some shots himself. As he reached back to gab his gun,
pain surged though his chest. He looked down to reveal a pink splatter of
paint, Chris's last bullet.
As Nate slowed to a stop,he raised his gun but the firing continued,
but not at him. Mark wizzed past, in a full on sprint with the flag towards
the center of the field, to pass the line where they would win. That was when
Nate realized that, Mark had died a year ago in a car accident. Now Nate
didn’t believe in ghosts, but that had just changed. Back at camp, Nate was
still trying to think this through. If mark had died, and this was his ghost,
then what was he doing? It was the strangest thing to think that he had come
back to win a paintball game of capture the flag. Through out that night,
Nate heard rumors that mark had come to kill Chris, marks worst enemy.
Nate had known that mark would have done anything to get revenge
on Chris, but never found the chance. Nate went back to his tent, and had
trouble sleeping. But as always, sleep finally met him. The next morning,
Nate awoke to an explosion that sent his ears ringing.
He went outside to find that it was still dark. He checked his watch,
and it was only 2:00 am. Probably just some members of the red team
pulling pranks with fire crackers. Then at that instant, another explosion
happened and he saw a great big fire where the cars were, with gallons of
car chunks scattered through out the forest.
There was only 1 car left and that was when he saw mark, heading
towards the last car with a flame thrower. At this instant, Nate realized that
mark was floating about 5 inches above the ground. On the other side of
the woods, the red team was gathered together, ready with their paintball
gear. They started to take fire instantly, but stopped just as soon as they
started because the majority of the bullets passed right through him, hitting
nearby trees. Mark released a shower of flames onto the remaining car and it
exploded like the others had.
And the instant the wreckage had spread, mark just disappeared. It
was clear to everyone, they were all stranded. Nate went back to the fire
place, not a word being said. Chris came to him and said: well, I know that
this is probably bad timing but, happy birthday!
THE END
