Lock-In

One

^^^ Juniper's house ^^^

"Okay class listen up," Mrs. Ryans said, gaining attention from most of the class, "Tonight's the school's lock in. You're paint ball war will be paused for half an hour for a dinner break at six. If you get hungry or thirsty, then it's your problem to make it to the lunch line for food. Dinner's just pizza from Johnny's Pizza. Next, the war won't end until seven tomorrow afternoon, camera's will be off since that would be used as an unfair advantage. Finally, Principal Matthew's daughter, Nevaeh, will be joining your war. She's fourteen and will be giving a half hour grace period. If you shoot her during her grace period, you're out. If she shoots during her grace period, she's out. I think that's all," Mrs. Ryans finished as the bell rang. We have to be back at four, and it's two-twenty now, so that gave me time to change and pack the one bag I was given. 

I packed up my stuff and left the classroom with the other students of Columbus. I was only going to the lock in because my father secretly signed me up. I hadn't talk to him for a week after he told me.

"Hey my main bitch," a voice said behind me and I recognized it as Savannah's. Savannah Lee had been my best friend since kindergarten. She was a bit on the daring side. Savannah was known for her wildness. She would prank people with old school pranks then a new school prank. One time, she put a whoopee cushion on a teacher's chair. As soon as the teacher sat down, it farted, then the chair fell. Savannah undid the screws so Mr. Gustan would fall. It was funny.

She even showed her wild side with her hair. It was dyed purple and teal that matched great with her brown eyes. She wore a white shirt, black leather jacket over the shirt, a black skirt, black studded heels, and to top it off - red lipstick. Knowing she wasn't going to change, I nodded, "I like your outfit today,"

"Thanks. Yours looks like a train wreck," I wore grey joggers, a purple tank top, and grey vans. Savannah always compared cloths to wrecks. Bike wrecks were perfect in her book, car wrecks were good, train wrecks were okay, boat wrecks were not so good, and plane wrecks were horrifying. 

"Thanks, I really tried," I said with sarcasm. I literally threw on the first thing I saw, not caring if it matched. 

"Hey guys," another voice join us. This voice belong to Erica, my other best friend. Savannah and I took in Erica during seventh grade. Erica was a ginger with brown eyes. Even though she wouldn't admit it, she had an amazing voice. 

"Hey Erica," Savannah greeted and started chatting with her about the lock in. I grabbed my stuff and shut my locker closed then followed Savannah to her car. I didn't have a car since my parents were pretty average, but didn't have the extra money to buy another car.

Erica waved goodbye and left to her brother, Evan. Savannah and I clambered into her blue Toyota. 

"What are you packing in your bag, Juno?" Savannah asked glancing at me for a millisecond before returning her gaze back on the road.

"Clothes. Toothbrush and paste. Maybe a charger for my phone?" I shrugged. 

"I heard the lights are going to be off," Savannah informed me, turning into our neighborhood. 

"Then maybe I'll bring a flashlight," I muttered. I was most likely going to talk to my dad and brother for advice. The students who win get to take a week trip to Hawaii, and boy did I want that trip. 

"Can you bring Justin?" I wish. Justin Miller was my brother and partner and crime. He graduated from school last year and the lock in is strictly for seniors only. Justin did participate in the lock in last year and he even won, so he would know what I would need. And thank the super cats (What? I don't cuss) he was going to be in town this week.

"Nope. You know the rules," I say just as we arrive to my house. It was a two story, yellow home with greenery out front. Pretty average I guess. I waved by to Savannah and went inside. Sitting on the stairs facing the the door, was my brother.

I gave him a hug, "Hey Justin,"

"I heard you're going to be in the lock in, Juju," Justin said after our hug. Juju is was he call me because he coudn't say my name when he was little, so he settled for Juju. It stuck with me for seventeen years.

"Yeah. Want to help pack my bag?" I asked, he nodded and we raced to my room. My room was a lime green color with white and blue through out the room. I even had dark purple through pillows in some areas.

"So what do you want?" he asked first. I told him the list I told Savannah.

"Okay, so maybe not a change of clothes, travel lightly. Maybe a some leggings or wear something comfy. Definitely  bring a charger and flashlight, maybe some mouth wash-"

"- Ew,"

"I know, but it's easier. I think Dad and I have some paint ball stuff in the man cave. Follow me," Just said leading the way to the basement. This will actually be the first time I've been in the man cave.

"Dad! Are you down here?" Justin hollered while walking down the stairs.

"Yup," Dad shouted back.

"Where'd we put the paint ball stuff?" Justin asked walking to the couch where Dad sat.

"In the closet I think. Are we packing her bag?"

"Yeah. Wanna help?"

"I'd love to," Dad replied getting off the couch and walking over to the closet. He opened the door to a secret stash of paint ball guns, parts, pieces, paints, everything. No wonder how they always won our paintball gun wars.

"I forgot how small out collection was," Justin commented. Small? This closet was the size of a master bathroom and paintball guns filled three of the walls. On a table in the middle of the room was different paints, some blue or green, while others glowed in the dark. Along with the paints were war paints to paint on faces. On the fourth wall was pieces like scopes and lights and extra triggers and parts. 

"More of it's in your old closet," Dad informed him. 

"How am I supposed to fit this in my one bag?" I asked looking around the room in awe. Our family was huge on paintball wars and laser tag. I didn't ever participate in the paintball wars because my dad and brother were competitive and it got ugly quick. But I did participate in the laser tag and shot literally everything. Rapid Fire was my nickname during our games of laser tag. We have a closet dedicated to laser tag equipment too. This time, instead of Dad and Justin, my mom and I were the competitive ones. Our battles could last an hour.

"Is Savannah and Erica going too?" Dad asked me looking at the guns.

"Yeah," I shrug.

"Call them and we'll pack their bags too," Justin offered. I took out my phone and texted the girs on our group chat.

Me: Hey guys, wanna come over? Dad and Justin will pack our bags with guns

Vanny: Seri?! I'm on my way

Eri: More weapons? I guess...

"There, they're on their way," I told them.

"You said 'there' three different times in three different ways," Justin commented with a laugh. 

"Wow. Way to focus on the irrelevant," I mutter picking up a paintball sniper. We took our wars way too seriously.

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Hey it's NioJam. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Comment if you didn't like anything. I get that they're taking the school's paintball war too seriously, but a week trip to Hawaii and no homework? I would too.

I also know that this is super unrealistic, no school would hold an event like this. But it's fiction, not a true story. Some things are going to be fake, so don't hate.

NioJam