He looks at me, the trees cast shadows on his pale features and his chestnut hair glares in the harsh light filtering through the tree tops. He smiles at me and I smile back. He takes a step towards me but a snapping twig makes our heads jerk towards the sound.
"Get down!" He yells, but it's too late.
A man with a gun appears out of the trees he points it at Evan. I run infront of him and then the shot echos through out the forest and I gasp. Red explodes across my cheat and I'm thrown to the ground.
"No!" Evan yells. I look up into the brutal lighting and my eyes burn but my chest burns more. Evan appears at my side, crouching on the forest floor.
"I always knew I'd take a bullet for you," I say as pain ebbs through my chest. He crouches beside me clutching at my shirt. Sobs echo from him as my lids grow heavy from the weight.
"And I always thought I would take one for you," he whispers. My eyes close.
"Oh stop you two, it's just paintball." The kid on the other team, Jeff I remember, says.
"You killed her!" Evan yells.
"Oh grow up-" he starts.
"Hey just let me die in peace." I say.
Laural appears behind us, " I swear you guys are so dramatic."
She then proceeds to shoot Evan in the back of the head. Making him "dead" as well. Making the game officially over.
"This is why it's a bad idea to go paintballing with the theatre kids." Jeff says lowering his gun. He huffs.
"Well time to go back to base and explain to the Proffesser that his students are melodramatic, and losers." Sarah says walking out of the forest she also has red paint splattered across her clothes.
"Hey at least we survived longer than the first two minutes!" I say, defending myself as well as Evan.
She scowls and turns stomping back through the woods from which she came.
"Its a bad idea to make enemy's with someone in politics." Jeff says.
"Highschool Student Council is far from real politics." I say, rolling my eyes.
"Either way Sarah Lance is someone you don't want to deal with." Laural says.
I roll my eyes again and push myself to my feet. "Whatever, she probably will end up working at a Seven Eleven or something anyway. She's not the type to amount to anything." Evan says.
Laural shakes her head as if she pitys us, "You have no idea."
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Short Stories and Poetry
Historia CortaRandom short stories and Poetry some original, some ones I just liked. Things from emo superpowers, and dramatic paintball scenes, here is a collection of stories that are sure to entertain you.
