#78

The end of highschool is an exciting, yet sad, time in anyone’s life. It’s especially sad when, like me, you’ve reached the end of highschool, but you’re not quite finished yet so you watch your older friends leave you behind. That’s right, I have one more year and I am dreading the goodbyes and tears next summer when all my friends go away to different colleges. The goodbyes, unfortunately, are starting this year for me as some of my friends are a year older and, therefore, already leaving. On a happier note, I got to go to some awesome graduation parties. One of which was especially fun because, not only was there marshmallow-roasting and smore-making, there were water balloons! If you know anything about me, I would hope it’s that I love water balloons. I like filling them, I like throwing them, I like getting hit with them, I like breaking them over my own head. They’re just oodles of fun! A water balloon war is the only type of war I approve of or will ever take part in.

This war at my friend’s grad party was particularly intense as my competitors were much taller, much faster, and much stronger than me. Yes, they were boys. But not just any boys, they were Asians- dark Asians. They sort of blended into the night, making it much easier to use the sneak-attack strategy. It was also intense because the weapons ranged from water balloons to water guns; we even resorted to full buckets of ice-cold water at times (I really recommend this strategy as long as it’s used on someone else. The cold water doesn’t feel very nice, especially at night).

This is how it all went down…

The water balloons were gone. Low on ammo and morale, it was difficult to stay motivated. At times I wondered if I should call a truce, but no, I had too much pride for that. With my opponents looking thirsty for more, I guessed who would be first to break the stalemate. I scrambled for another weapon; any source of water I could get my tired hands on. The colder, the better. I found a stray water gun lying on the wooden deck, waiting for another chance in battle. I picked it up and prepared myself for attack. As I had guessed, here they came! Both of them running toward me, guns forward. Realizing I am not nearly fast enough to outrun the enemy, I thought I might buy myself a few seconds by slowing them down. I turned to shoot, but “OH NO! IT’S EMPTY!” Yes, my weapon was out of ammunition mid-battle. What could I do? There were no balloons and no other guns around. As I made my way to the safe-zone (inside where it’s dry), I came up with a plan so devious and so unexpected that I would surely be declared champion. I grabbed the bowl which had housed the water balloons from early in the battle. I filled it with water from inside (the coldest around) and even put in a few ice cubes from the cooler outside. This plan was sure to win the war because I would attack them first. They wouldn’t expect this. Victory would be mine! I saw my moment. Walking to the trampoline in a state of utter vulnerability, the enemy was off-guard and unexpecting. I leapt out and poured the icy water on them and ran. I had done it! I’d won the war! So I thought…

DUN DUN DUN!

To be continued…

Not really.

So this concludes the dramatic, story-telling portion. Anyways, I crossed off #78. I’ve had a water balloon fight at night this year. Wahoo.

Warning: The events described, while based on a true story, are a dramatization. (Translation: It’s not exactly how it all went down.)

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