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.

all jump like coming out of a trance and start to scramble down one at a time. It’s still

last pair and then we take off running. I keep up with Wyatt, not really sure

“Not bad. Circle up everyone, let’s talk this out.” All the teams that just ran the course ran over. The people in the front took a knee so the rest of us can all see and hear clearly. “Team one, you successfully made it across with all of your team members today with the ropes 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 last few weeks. Team three, you chose to try a different method, which earned you an additional phase of attack.” There were grumbles around me, but I don’t really understand why. “Can

The paintballs were used to slow us down on several different fronts. The people carrying had to fight the slippery rope

observation. How did team three adjust

partners crossing the bridge, which lowered the risk of falling, but the riders took an onslaught of hits.” The woman who called

this since you took the brunt of the attack.”