CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
The 74th Non-Annual No Food Games (With Paint)
(and no this will not be a hunger game parody...maybe.)
"Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnndddddddddddddddddddddd" the weed dude goes on as he runs to the spectating area by the shack "with that. BEGIN!"
I don't wait to see what happens, I turn and run away from the flag as quickly as possible. WHen I do catch a glimpse, I don't see anyone, I guess everyone had he same idea as me to run.
I regret not paying attention, because I run into someone, when I turn to see who it is, it's Liam (who has had no major role in this book what so ever.)
"Don't Shoot!" he shouts, I don't listen and fire, and shove him aside and continue running. (hahaha you thought he would be a major character in this chapter didnt you, well YOU THOUGHT WRONG BITCH!)
"Jackass!" I hear him call after me as several yeallow paint balls wizz by my head. I jump behind a wooden barrier/wall and watch Liam run past me. He doesn't run for long though, because he is showered in blue and red paintballs as soon as he passes me. Juliet and Miles must have made an alliance.
"I'm already out!" He whines
And there alliance scares the shit outta me, even if I just found out about it. They have dead on aim. I'm screwed entirely.
When I see Liam walk past me covered in paint he glares at me slightly, (ooooo bitch stare.) he begins to open his mouth, but then stops and continues on.
I smile and continue on, avoiding the place where Liam was gotten out. I raise my paint ball gun up and slowly make my way around the twists and turns of the arena. As I turn one corner I catch a glimpse of Harry trotting along. I raise up my gun (again.) and aim at him.
"This is for that thing you did!" I scream as I fire.
My green paint ball races forward and hits Harry square in the chest.
"Gammit!" He exclaims as he trudges off to the spectating area, "What thing?"
"I don't know!" I shout back
I continue to walk on for a while longer, and after what seems like an hour I hear a loudspeaker ring to life.
"The following people have been eliminated in the order of elimination: Liam, Christina, Harry, Niall, Robert, and Zayn" I hear the weed dude say over the speaker "The following remain: Louis, Susannah, Juliet, and Miles. It should also be noted that Juliet and Miles have a kick ass alliance. Susannah and Louis, y'all are screwed."
"Great" I mutter
I walk on through out the maze of barriers. Then I feel something cold on my back through my shirt.
"Drop your gun" I hear a girl say, and I listen, I drop my paint ball gun "Turn around"
I listen to that too. I turn around to see Susannah standing with her gun aimed at me. Her platinum blonde hair shimmering in the sunlight. She gives me a pretty girl smile, tilting her head a bit. (hahaha, you thought she was helpless, but she aint, she kickass.)
"Bye, bye" she says as she fires her gun. Golden paint splatters across my cloths.
I grunt and make my way to the spectating area, where I hang out with Robert, Christina, Liam, Niall, Zayn, and Harry for the remainder of the game.
When the game does end, Susannah has won, by luck, because Juliet and Miles both ran out of paint. "That'll teach ya not to just fire at random," the weed dude had told them when the game had ended. The weed dude shows us our scores and who shot who.
Liam: None
Christina: None
Harry: None
Niall: Christina
Robert: None
Zayn: Niall
Louis: Liam, Harry
Juliet: Liam, Robert, Zayn
Miles: Liam, Robert, Zayn
Susannah: Louis, Juliet, Miles
After Susannah is presented with a small trophy, we part ways and head back home, covered in paint and laughing. We get back and take our showers, and eat dinner. After that we stay up and watch reruns of Brooklyn 9 9 before going to bed.
(okay so this wasnt really a parody of the hunger games, it was kind of just a in name only parody.)
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