"Hey guys! I see light up ahead! Spread out and circle around!" I watched as my crew went deeper into the vivid, green forest. I shifted my gun into position and crouched. Taking a deep, steadying breath, I slowly began to count to ten in my head. Once I finished, I crouched and made my way to a tree on the edge of the clearing. I slowly peered around the trunk, my breath coming fast with adrenaline and excitement. Before I even got a look at what was around the tree, a bullet whizzed past me. Barely missing my arm. Uh-oh. Ambush. I immediately dropped down to my stomach, pulling the scope of my gun to my eye as I did so. The clearing was oval shaped, the trees framing it perfectly. In the middle of the clearing stood twelve men. All dressed head to toe in camouflage. I had nine men with me. We were only out numbered by two. We could do this.
They where looking frantically around. Not seeing any of us. We were really good at hiding. I knew my team was using all their might to not shoot right now. They were waiting for me to give the signal. It was time. I took a breath then did a bird whistle. Suddenly, bullets were flying everywhere. Including mine. And then. Just like that. It was over. "I'm out!" All of the guys on that team where yelling. Along with some cursing. I smirked when I realized none of my teammates called out. Yep. We were that good. My teammates and I walked into the clearing. Everyone there was taking off there helmets or masks. Except me. "Dude, that was awesome," Some guy on the other team said to a person on my team. "Best air soft war ever!" My guy agreed. Air soft war is the term we use for the game we just played.
What we do is, we all come out to a field, forest, abandoned building, or almost any kind of environment, and have a contest where we all dress up in camouflage with our orange-tipped BB guns and shoot plastic bullets at each other. It's awesome. I still hadn't taken off my mask and helmet. "Hey dude! Why aren't you taking off your helmet?" One guy from the other team asked. Shit. I shook my head and started to head the opposite direction, but I was being closed in. "Come on, man," Someone said. ''Take it off." I gulped. Then someone yanked off my helmet. Exposing my long, blond hair. "Hey!" I yelped. Someone else took off my mask. I heard gasps all around. "Your a girl!" Almost everyone exclaimed in unison. Oh shit.
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The Witch Prophecy
Teen FictionKatie Wilson is a tomboy. She plays airsoft, rides four-wheelers, and is an xbox addict. She is pretty, though, and has a boyfriend every now and again, but most of the time at school, she's a nobody. The kind of person someone knows as, "Hey, your...
