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(57 votes) Published: Aug 27, 2005 5:42 p.m. Viewed 514 times
-And so begins the long saga of many battles won an lost, the great clash between two districts wich lasted several long hard fought months. The battlefields were the woods, the powerlines the roads even abandoned factories. But the whole war was ignited with:
THE AMBUSH
My two friends craig and tyler and i took our mountain bikes down a trail that leads through our town (see my egg:the best fucking bike trip ever) a former railway line abandoned, the rails and ties torn out. We were traveling to our landscaping jobs at the other end of town, mowing lawns, clearing land and whatnot. The work was hard yet the pay decent. We blazed down the trail, the gray dust trailing behind. The woods surounding thick with thickets bracken and swamps. We had straped to our bikes water, lunches, some tools and sparkplugs for fixing our employers shitbox lawnmowers. I had my BB gun too, for we were traversing through dangerous terretory. That of lincoln middle school. There was a long rivalry between our ridgemont middle school and thiers, my dad can even remember fights between them when he was our age. We decided to stop at the rougt 260 bridge that goes over the trail to eat our lunches and drink some water. Farther down the trail we could see up in the trees some tree houses and platforms, unaware that they belonged to some kids from lincoln. It was somewhat rocky beyond the bridge so we walked our bikes down. Yet as we passed the treehouses there was a loud :::::::BANG::::::::
-Some one had lit a cherry bomb and thrown it in the trail. Then we head the ack ack of painball guns and the sting and splatter as the small orbs of paint hit us. "GET DOWN!!!" i shouted to my friends, we crouched behind our bike in a circle.
Who the fuck is shooting ay us??? wheres it coming from? Tyler screeched. The fucking treehouses and from under the bridge! give me the godam gun john!!! craig said to me and grabbed the bb gun. He fired into the trees, but to no avail, the gun scks, totally inaccurate. Then came the paint grenade, for an arm flung the grenade in between my companions and i from the treehouse and it burst. We were covered in green paint. Hold your hands above your head! Drop the gun! a voice called from under the bridge. We did so. The one who shouted at us was eric, thier leader. We were then surrounded by 5 assailants a ragtag bunch dressed in army jackets (from the army navy surplus store in our town) and ski goggles. They had thier guns aimed at us point blank. Empty your pockets he barked at us. W e dropped any trinkets we had, crumpled dollar bills, assorted change, a cap gun or too, a little canister of bbs. They distributed the loot amounst themselves, cackling at us. Hey, my brother will kick you ass craig chirped. Yeah i’d like to see that happen you fag eric riplied. He then socked craig in the stomach. I jumped at him and wrestled him to the ground, but was soon pulled off by erics friends. He hit me with the but of the bb gun. A sharp pain came from my shoulder. Now all you little fags fuck off before we beat the shit out of u eric exclaimed sneering. We scrambled up on our bikes and tor back from the way we came. They stole our stuff the fuckers tyler said. My dads going to kill me, it was his bb gun. Craig stared ahead from where we came. We’ll get our revenge, mark my words he said lowly, we’ll get them back..."
-TO BE CONTINUED---
(the names of ppl and places have been altered for thier privacy)
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