As my mom, my cousin, and I drove into the parking lot, I was filled with fear, and suspense. I had not thought about how much a paintball would hurt until that very moment. I told myself to remain calm, but the fear overcame me, and I asked my cousin how much a paintball hurt. My cousin replied, “About as much as getting your arm chopped off.” I screamed, and tried to run, but my cousin grabbed me and told me he was joking. I looked at him with hatred, and walked towards the gearing area.
Soon after, we finished putting our gear on, and we walked to the arena. As we stepped in people began to test their paint guns, which is something I do now, but at the time I did not understand why, and thought the game was starting. I sprinted toward the closest thing that would protect me and stayed there for five minutes. Finally my cousin came over to get me, and with that the game started.
As the referee blew the whistle for the game to start, I looked at my cousin with a pleading look, but he ran off to shoot as many people as possible. I was alone, and scared. I shot my paint gun in random places hoping to hit someone, and as I rounded a corner a man was standing there aiming down his sights. I screamed and flinched, but nothing happened. I hear a scream and the man fell down. As he fell I was able to see my cousin smiling with pleasure. He had saved me from pain, and I never thought I would return the favor, but as my cousin turned his back a man came around the corner, and right before he shot my cousin I fired multiple shots, and at least one hit him because I saw a large green splatter on his back, and he fell in pain. I couldn't believe it! I saved my cousin. In addition to saving my cousin I emptied the whole clip of paint on the man while he was on the floor. The ref took me out of the game, because shooting someone when he is on the floor is against the rules. As I walked out my cousin nodded at me and smiled as if to say, “nice job.”
In the next game, my cousin stayed closer to me and explained the rules in a way I could understand it. Wherever he went I went, and if I wanted to go somewhere he would follow me. I didn’t understand how he shot so many people at the time, and I never thought that I would be as good as him someday. Later in the game I actually shot about four people, but when we rounded the corner there was a group of people waiting for us. They shot my cousin and he fell in pain, in an instant need for revenge I shot all three of the people and laughed as they fell. I helped my cousin up and he limped over to the area where the people go when they get out. It was me versus a man that was about thirty years old. I was no longer scared and was very confident. I heard a foot step behind me and without looking I shot my gun behind me, and heard a scream of pain. I turned around in shock, and saw a man on the floor. After that I was crowded by all my teammates as they congratulated me.