Bank Robber as a Friend? - Chapter Two
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I slowly looked around me, making sure Charlie wasn't lurking in the shadows anymore. I ran for the poll that had the orange flag hung on it. It was slowly slipping off the top of the poll.
I reached out, to grab it, to get it back to my team, to win the game, but--
"Gotcha!!!" Shouted Charlie, running to me, his beebe gun held in his hand, pointing at my heart.
"Uh--" I said, looking around for some place to run. "Gotta go!" I looked for the rope that led me back to my side. I grabbed onto it, and quickly shinnied up it. Charlie aimed with his beebe gun for me. He fired. It hit the place on the rope just above my head.
I slowly looked back toward the ground. And at Charlie's gun. Which was pointing straight for me.
Suddenly, someone knocked Charlie to the ground. I knew the person who had done it was on my team, because she had a red hat on.
I didn't look to see who it was, I kept going up and up the rope, until I got to the shafters in the building. I climbed along them carefully, until I reached the tape line that separated my team's side from Charlie's team's side, and slid down the rope.
I could see someone with brown hair and blue eyes staring with me. Jim! My team's captain. I ran over to embrace him.
"Good, job." He congratulated me. "Most people don't get out of there without Charlie hitting them."
"He almost hit me." I told Jim truthfully. Just then the team member who had tackled Charlie ran across the tape line, out of breath, a bruise just above her eye. But she was proudly clutching the flag in her hand.
"Yeah!" I cheered, high-fiving Leora as she pulled her blue hat off her head.
Let me explain. All of these people, Jim, Leora, the people on mine and Charlie's team know Charlie is a bank robber. And most of them are bank robbers too. Except me. The truth is, I have a LOT of bank robbers for friends.
I reached out, to grab it, to get it back to my team, to win the game, but--
"Gotcha!!!" Shouted Charlie, running to me, his beebe gun held in his hand, pointing at my heart.
"Uh--" I said, looking around for some place to run. "Gotta go!" I looked for the rope that led me back to my side. I grabbed onto it, and quickly shinnied up it. Charlie aimed with his beebe gun for me. He fired. It hit the place on the rope just above my head.
I slowly looked back toward the ground. And at Charlie's gun. Which was pointing straight for me.
Suddenly, someone knocked Charlie to the ground. I knew the person who had done it was on my team, because she had a red hat on.
I didn't look to see who it was, I kept going up and up the rope, until I got to the shafters in the building. I climbed along them carefully, until I reached the tape line that separated my team's side from Charlie's team's side, and slid down the rope.
I could see someone with brown hair and blue eyes staring with me. Jim! My team's captain. I ran over to embrace him.
"Good, job." He congratulated me. "Most people don't get out of there without Charlie hitting them."
"He almost hit me." I told Jim truthfully. Just then the team member who had tackled Charlie ran across the tape line, out of breath, a bruise just above her eye. But she was proudly clutching the flag in her hand.
"Yeah!" I cheered, high-fiving Leora as she pulled her blue hat off her head.
Let me explain. All of these people, Jim, Leora, the people on mine and Charlie's team know Charlie is a bank robber. And most of them are bank robbers too. Except me. The truth is, I have a LOT of bank robbers for friends.
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