The Stolen Paintball Guns

By Connor M.

We were running in the woods from an evil witch, because she stole our paintball guns and we had to get them back. It was challenging, but it was worth it, because they were our most prized possessions!

I will tell you how this all happened from the beginning, OK? It started like this…Once upon a time, there were two boys. One boy’s name was Flame Boy and the other boy was named Wet Willy (me). We were very good friends. Flame Boy has flames coming off his head and I ma the total opposite of Flame Boy. I am made of water, so I am technically Flame Boy’s enemy, because water beats fire. The sports we mostly like to play are soccer, baseball, football, and other stuff like that.

We played together. We played sports together and all other things that you could think of we played together. But our most favorite sport was having paintball wars. To us, they are like babies. They are our most prized possessions. We played with them whenever we had time to do it.

One day at night, when everyone was sleeping, someone came into our house and unlocked the safe that we kept our paintball guns in. She stole the paintball guns, but just in time we both looked outside. We saw the evil witch blasting off on her old, dirty, smelly broom.

We looked everyone in our house to see what the witch could have stolen and the last place we checked was the safe.

“Oh oo! The paintball guns are stolen!”

We dressed up in camouflage clothes, so we could blend in with the forest trees and bushes and t hen we ran outside into the woods. We saw a smoke trail from the witch’s broom. We followed the smoke trail and ended up at a little house. It was a red brick house with a chimney filled with black heaping smoke. We saw the witch’s broom. Then we set a trap up on her broom so she could not escape like she did last time with our paintball guns.

We looked at the house, inspected it from top to bottom and there were our paintball guns sitting in the windowsill all alone with nobody to cherish them in their golden hands, besides that, old mean, ugly, non-golden hand witch. We had to hide a lot of stuff, because it’s like she never stops walking around. Just in time we got the paintball guns out of the windowsill.

We ran outside. We took a big breath and gave each other a high five, but right then the witch saw us! She ran outside, got her broom, and started chasing us. We had to run really fast, because her broom was twice as fast as us.

“She’s right behind us!” I screamed.

At that very moment, she was about to grab me, but then her broom just snapped in half and she was out of control. Her whole broom just broke down as if the broom ran out of gas. It was right over a lake! She fell in the dark, hazardous, deep, cold, lake and nobody every saw the witch again. Then we all lived happily ever after.

Seem’s like we cooked her instead!