The Ammunition Thief By: Elliot Tsai

One summer, I went to my uncle’s house to visit my cousins. At first it was just me and my cousin, Caden. The other cousins, Justin and Jacob, came too and we played nerf war with our nerf guns everyday, sometimes even until night time.
One day, we played the nerf war at night and all of us got hurt when we got hit by the ammos. Being hit by the ammos feels like getting pinched by my sister. We got angry at eachother because some people were cheating by shooting too close up so it would hurt a lot. Jacob got really angry at Justin because he hit him and Justin was mad at me and Caden because we hit him in the head. Justin was as mad as a bear. So we ended up saying sorry to each other, but deep down we were not sorry.
The next morning, I woke up last and my cousins were already eating eggs and pancakes for breakfast, the delicious smell made me very hungry. We played on our computers after lunch, the lunch was as tasty as a steak. We decided not to have a nerf war tonight because we were still a little bit mad at each other. Before I go to sleep, I checked my nerf gun to see how beautiful it is, the gun was as smooth as ice and the black color was as black as Batman’s car. It is when I realized that some of my ammos are missing. I remember having 52 ammos but I only counted 43. I thought I lost some when we were playing last night, so I went to sleep.
The next day, Caden was with me and we started talking about nerf guns and I told him I think I lost some ammos when I was playing last night.
He yelled, “Some of mine are missing too! Who do you think is stealing it from us?”
“I think it might be Justin!” I said.