My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

As I take another shot to the head I risk moving to look Wyatt in the eye. “Any day now big guy.” He huffed a laugh and started to move again. “Whoa! This sh*t is slippery.” he shouts in my ear as his foot almost slips off the rope in front of him.

“Don’t try and step, slide your feet like ice skating, same with your hands. Move quickly, they’ve stopped shooting, probably to reload.” I say to the pair behind us as much as to Wyatt.

We finally make it to the platform, but the trainers have reloaded and now we have to make it down among the new wave of paintballs. As Wyatt sets me down I notice more than half our team is still up here.

“What are you guys waiting for, an invitation? Get down the ladder!” I shout at them.

down one at a time. It’s still slow going now that the trainers have targeted the rungs o the ladder making it slick with the oily

to the bottom followed by the last pair and then we take off running. I keep up with Wyatt, not really sure where to go, but figure we must be trying to cross

expanded to eight feet apart. Team two, you also completed the course, and faster than team one. Both teams used the one-by-one method all of you have been practicing for the

hand, then starts to speak. “As a team the buddy system was getting us across faster than the one-by-one method, but that also made the human backpacks vulnerable to other outside attacks. The paintballs were used to slow us down on several different fronts. The people carrying had to fight the slippery rope and those riding unfortunate enough to

observation. How did team three adjust

the bridge, which lowered the risk of falling, but the riders

since you took the brunt of the attack.” Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest