Personal Narrative: Shooting A Paintball Gun

It was a hot summer day in Hammond, Louisiana and I was pouring down sweat like I had just jumped in a pool. The game was just about to begin, me and my team was eagle eyeing the bomb squad. It was so quiet that you could hear your own sweat hitting the bench. The umpire broke up everyone’s concentration by saying, “play ball”! The defense had ran out on the field and I started rolling ground balls from 2nd to short-stop to third base. They had all made good throws back to me and then I threw the ball into the dug-out because the game had begun.

I am currently living in Seattle, the Emerald City. Even with many wonderful aspects around this city, there are few things that I hope will change in the future. One of the problem that I faced was the gun violence.

One friday afternoon I had a friend Anna come over to my house to stay the night. Me and Anna and also my mom were all watching movies and eating pizza. Well my family is full of boy’s so we like to have nerf gun wars.

My mom, merely two minutes into being home from work, is already yelling at me as she walks through the door over nothing. Someone passes me before the merge by the I and M canal and I start yelling at the arrogant person driving the silver Ford Focus. Annoyance by my sister is expressed as she tells me to shut up when I am apparently chewing my cereal too loud. Calling my family together to discuss our upcoming events at request by my mom, my brother’s irritation shows through an eye roll and deep sigh because he was briefly taken away from his Xbox game Call of Duty. I can hear my dad’s yelling escalating more and more with the increasing time that passes as he waits anxiously for the page on the computer to load. While attempting to work

Basketball was a new experience to me a few years ago, but i never realized I was going to love it. When I was younger, I’ve always wanted to play the sport of basketball, and I got my opportunity to play when I was in fifth grade at Monte Vista Elementary.

Of all the hobbies out there one of my most fond hobbies would have to be duck hunting. It’s something that nothing else in this word can compare to. Chasing ducks is something that’s been in my blood for three generations now. From a very young age I’ve been very into the sport. Duck hunting is a passion that comes deep from my family, from my dad to my grandfather we’ve all become obsessed with the sport. Wading through the flooded fields and timber of the Mississippi delta, and shooting ducks is something that will never go out of style to me.

Growing up, almost every single girl my age played soccer, but I on the other hand, found myself spending an abundance of my weekends in the Koko Head Shooting Range. I first learned how to shoot when I was 9 years of age and since then, I have been utterly hooked. However, I seldom talked about this passion with my friends because when people hear the word “gun” or “shooting” they oftentimes associate those words with violence and crime. But to me, this hobby represents so much more. Even though I always found excuses to not try out for the air riflery team at my high school, I still believe that shooting is an exemplary individual sport that assists in developing critical life skills. For example, in order to consistently shoot with the proper

“We’ll take you to see doctor Bleeden (Pronounced BLEEDING. WTF?) on Tuesday. He’s closed Monday for the holiday.”

It was a dark and cold night during the middle of the war. I set up my sniper to get ready for the next battle. We got here early to get the upper hand on our opponents. We have to win this war. I went to the nearest rooftop that looked like it provided good coverage. I loaded my gun and did the one thing i could, I waited.

So there I was minding my own business, casually rotating some kiwis, and that’s when THEY came in. They were a mildly intimidating group of rowdy basket ball types. By that I mean one of them was literally carrying a basket ball through the store. One of his goons pointed to something in the distance and nodded the other eloquently said, “Oh ho ho!” This was followed by a violent head nod from goon number one, and passionate laughter from holder of the b-ball.

It was a normal day in Denver for for me until this strange boy with crutches was carrying a BB gun.Everyone was looking at him funny and I just did not want to see him because he might shoot me or my family.So I went up to him to see what he was up to and he looked at me and picked his gun out of his pocket and said

One of the things I like most is to play black ops 2 I met good people and bad people it doesn't matter to me but people take things to seriously once it come to games like black ops 2. I getting a lot of headshots when I quickscope people but it never works i alway get body shots but i don't care as long as I get the kill i'm fine with it. My clan the AiRz do a lot of fun activities like a whole lot of 1v1s we all have a blast we challenge another clan such as the kill clan who kick butt we never won until zbox sniped a awesome trick shot on control_raid 672 we finally won we all were so happy we did a lot of 1v1s to practice for the next challenge that come our way we gave out avise for the new recruits so they might win against the leader

The lock in was really fun, we got to do a lot of things. I'm going to tell you about some of the them. The first thing I did was go to the game truck. I got to play smash brothers. The next thing I did was the cupcake walk it was really fun, but it took forever to get a cupcake. I didn't have good luck. After that I played laser tag, I played like three games of laser tag. I was in the shelter a lot because it was a good way not to die, but it was a good place to kill them. The first game of laser tag, we were the raiders. I got killed like ten times. I went to the movie room there was a lot of people in there I watched a Santa Claus movie. Then I went to the cafeteria and my friends and I built a candy house together. We had pizza it was

Melee combat is extremely dangerous; when blades clash, someone nearly always dies. They say you’re either really good and they die, they’re really good and you die, or your both are really good and you both die. I’ve found myself engaged in combat will talented and well trained individuals. The results of past battles have scarred me immensely, and have contributed to my physical decline. Ironically, I was at my worst when I was a traditional fighter without access to the modern weapon systems of Tyria.

I don’t really have a scariest moment in my life, so I’ll just tell the story of my most recent scary moment. It took place at school, which is already scary enough. It was Monday September 26. I was in gym class and we were playing dodgeball. We already played a couple rounds and my team was dominating. Everyone was just having a fun time until the incident happened.