By: Nicholas Tuttle
Running down the field, I was getting shot at. I had my paintball gun, my reaper; Alex was charging at me. Bullets went flying: Ciaos was every where. This was my moment-- I could finally get Alex. Unfortunately for me, his bullets sprayed me. I took one under the mask in the chin, probably the most pain i have felt in a long time. The next round came. Alex, jumping over obstacles, ran to his spot on the field. I found cover that gave me an angle at him. I began to shoot awards him, running out of ammo. I finally got him; the relief of getting him out was upon me.
This memory sticks with me because Alex and I are always competing to better than each other. The memory of our competitions will stick with me for ever, and I hope there are more to come. The memory shows, when we are on different teams, the competition in much greater. If we do get on the same team, our chemistry causes little to no competition from the other side.
I hope that in the future I can keep this group of friends through thick and thin. The friendship I have with them will only grow. The memories we have now are only the beginning to our long friendship.