The time was noon and everybody was scrambling from their classrooms as quickly as they could. It was a normal occurrence for the students of Sparrowridge High as they all anticipated the Battle of the day for the School Wars. Once everyone was settled, the intercom buzzed on and a familiar jolly voice began to speak.

“Well, hello there students, this is your principal, Mr. Zedler, speaking. In a few short moments we will be entertaining a game of Paintball, the traditional first Battle of the year!”

Many cheered, a few groaned, and Mr. Zedler chuckled as the intercom fizzled off.

They were just having lunch when the interbuzz went of telling the good news. Vincent cheered. "Ow yeah paintball!" He laughed and put an arm over Addison's shoulder who was sitting beside him "Lets go for it Addi!" He waved at the girls. "Hey Trish, Mona! Lets win this thing!" He laughed enthousiast knocking over his coke over onto Addison.

Trish pouted, "Aw, seriously? Paintball sounds like a lot of work..." She internally sighed, thinking of all the dodging and running she'd have to do... She noticed Vincent waving over at her happily and skipped over to where he and Addison were sitting, making sure to bring her juice box with her. "I'd rather not move...but hey, I'll make sure to try my best!" Trish exclaimed cheerfully, enthusiastically giving Vincent a high-five. Giggling, she took a long sip of her juice before adding, "Shouldn't we be heading over to the base?"

Mona's heartbeat sped up a bit at the thought of paintball. As Trish complained beside her, she rolled her eyes. "God, Trish, it's not like you're climbing Mount Everest, let's go!" She eyed the drink Vincent had spilled warily. Looking back up, she asked, "So....where exactly do we go?"

Is it that time of day already Jack thought to himself as he made his way towards base slowly upon his arrival the headmaster announced that they were doing paint ball. His speciality. He walked to a point where he could be seen by everyone and started his own announcement.
"If you guys screw up I'm shooting you afterwards." he announced and he heard the groans and small snickers of laughter but he ignored them and suited up getting ready to go.

Shana took a bite out of her sandwich that she just bought as the intercom buzzed and the principal talked about paintballing. "Seriously perfect timing" she trew her sandwich in the trash bin and headed to the base. Her usual little group of friends were waiting for her. Well there goes another year of helping these guys. The so called leader of the group handed her a small headset as he said something but Shana wasn't listening to anything he sayed. She putted on the headset as the game almost began.

Addison had just sat down from throwing his lunch away when Mr. Z came on the intercom. "...Paintball..." He cocked an eyebrow curiously. Paintball could be fun... just as he was about to stand, Vincent joyously shouted in triumph, knocking over his coke can. The contents of the can spilled over and wet the side of Addie's jeans. "Frickin- Vincent!" He groaned angrily. It was a good thing he'd brought extra clothes for the games. The first game of the year was always something sporadic and surprising.

Addie stood and walked out of the lunch rooms towards the locker rooms. He changed into his black sweatpants and dark red under armor shirt. He hurriedly rushed to the team's base, where people were getting ready. Everyone received masks and guns. Addie checked his gun over and then nodded to everyone else. He looked down to the others - as he towered above most. "Ready..."

Vince looked at the angry Addison and right before he left for the locker rooms, he yelled: "Sorry!" He bit his lip hoping he wouldn't be to mad at him, it was just an accident after all. "The base, right. Lets go girls." He smiled and stood up putting away his lunch box. And heading towards the base.

Trish followed Vincent enthusiastically towards the team's base. Once there, she accepted the equipment necessary for the afternoon's activity. Trish held the paintball gun in her hands, testing its weight. It felt awkwardly large in her hands, and she knew for certain that it was going to weigh her down. She sighed, "Why paintball...?" She gave a sweet smile to everyone who looked her way and patted people's backs, sharing words of encouragement. Trish was going to give it her all in the battle, despite her feelings about it.