There is a game....A game of life or death.... played with water-guns.
So everyone who wants to play puts their name in a hat, then each person gets the name of another person who's playing. For the sake of explaining the rules, I'm going call these sample people A, B and C. Person A gets B's name, and so A has to then think up a way to "kill" B with a water-gun. Person B has C's name and so B is plotting against C. But before B can "kill" C, A shoots B with a water-gun. B, now dead and out of the game, gives C's name to A, because that is A's new target. That is how the game goes on until there are only two people left and then they must kill each other. Whoever wins is the ultimate assassin. A few other rules are that there is no "killing" on school property or during sport practices, if you see your attacker coming for you, you can shoot them for thirty minutes of immunity in which presumably you have time to get away.This game is often played by graduating high school seniors in the last month of school and we've brought it back to my high school this year. It started at 2:30 on Monday.
Here's what has happened so far:
The boy who was telling everyone that he was gonna win, that he'd gotten a laser pointing water-gun that can shoot up to 25 feet off the Internet, was the first to die.
Roop was walking home after track practice on Monday, was actually outside of her house, when suddenly Annalise jumped out of the bushes in front of her brandishing a water-gun. Annalise missed. Roop turned and ran while screaming bloody murder. Annalise chased her. Annalise would continue to chase her around Watertown, still somehow unable to get her, for the next hour.
Roop is still in the game.
There was apparently some sort of epic shootout between two hockey girls, which a few privileged observers claim to have been "the most fucking awesome thing" they'd ever seen.
Yesterday, I had last period free, so for the last 20 minutes of school I was sort of walking around while trying to surreptitiously fill my three water-guns and then stash them at various points in my clothing without getting me all wet. Then I suddenly felt the weird sensation of being stalked. I looked around and John Delraso was walking by. A few minutes later I was at my locker and my spidey sense tingled. I looked covertly over my shoulder to see John Delraso and Ryan McDermott walking down the hallway and both had been looking at me until I turned. I wasn't really that concerned or paying that much attention. I continued to sort of watch them through my hair and when they got to the end of the hallway they ran into two other girls. One was Krysta Breugger, I forget who the other was, but all four stopped, but I didn't hear any voices so I glanced at them to see the two boys both look at me and mouth something, making vague gestures with their chins and eyebrows. I suddenly felt that the person who had my name was in that group, or one of their friends. I stayed at my locker seemingly intent on some papers, as the two girls walked by me, but I could feel their focus. They made some inane comments that made me realize they weren't really talking to each other just trying to seem like they were. A while after that, I was in the entrance hall with Jenna, trying to figure out how find another way to get my person when John Delraso and Ryan McDermott walked by and then sort of stood in the entrance hall talking to each other a little ways away. I noted them looking at me/us at different points. Jenna and I decided to go outside and stand on the steps. Sasha invited herself. We stood sort of discussing things for a few minutes as the bell rang and a flood of people went out. We continued to stand there because I didn't see my mom's car yet and I wanted to wait until the crowd thinned because the street in front of the school was fair game. Then I noticed John Delraso looking at me. AGAIN. He was standing at the top of a second set of stairs leading down to the basement level side exits of our school. I continued to watch him exchange words with someone who I deduced was standing on the stairs but below the level I could see, behind a low brick wall. I WAS BEING STALKED. I was quiet for a moment as a wave of near-panic passed over me. Then I idly mentioned this to Jenna but she didn't hear. I told her we had to go to her locker, she said ok, we went back in the school, got rid of Sasha, we broke into a run as I explained it to her. Her locker was down a hallway on the first floor that had a set of glass doors that looked out on the stairs that the stalker was stalking me from. We got there, and I saw Krysta Breugger's blond head looking at John Delraso, who was looking around. He made a shrugging motion, Krysta moved slightly and I saw she was holding a water-gun. Well, we knew who had me now. And they were the most unsubtle stalkers I'd ever encountered. We were joined by Alicia Cotoni and we watched until they left. Alicia took out a water-gun to walk to her car, and when we exited the school, hiked up the steep incline about a story tall to get to street level I saw my mom's car directly in front of me across the street. I waved to Jenna, and then was about to walk across the street when I noticed a gold car creeping up behind my mom's. I halted. Ryan McDermott was driving. He seemed to be kinda laughing. A blond head was crouched down, trying to hide in the passenger side leg space. The passenger side window was open. I turned around and faced away, taking out my cell phone, then I called my mom, explained, and told her to pick me up in the teacher's parking lot, on the other side of the school. I ran back down to the basement side-door, and knocked until someone let me in, than ran to the back door leading to the parking lot, passing Jenna on my way. I kinda explained then yelled "I'll call you later," over my shoulder. My mom said when she'd looped around that she'd seen Krysta standing on the corner with a white plastic bag clutched to her chest, her arm in it, talking on a cell phone. Krysta had been watching her.
When we got home, we stayed in the car for a couple minutes and then saw a blue SUV drive down our street, slow down in front of our house and then loop around and leave. Krysta had been driving.
I refuse to be killed by a dumb blond who tries to act dumb. When a girl had been telling us when the game was going to start in one of my classes, Krysta had asked, "So, when are we gonna get the guns?" The girl had looked at her for a moment, then said kind of slowly, "You buy them... No one's giving out guns." Krysta had said oh. The other girl continued to look at her out of the corner of her eye for a moment, slightly incredulous.
Meanwhile I'm still trying to figure out a way to get my person that has no chance of failing and no chance of exposing myself before hand. I have a reddish-blond wig and dark sunglasses in my backpack.
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UPDATE 5/4/12I've suddenly found myself in the Hunger Games.
The day after I posted the first part of this post I had to get to school at seven, so I asked Jenna and her mom for a ride. Around fourth period I went on Facebook for some reason and saw that Aimee had posted on the Senior Assassin wall, "Please do not freak out neighbors of the people you're stalking," because apparently an old woman had call the school to complain about kids in her bushes. And Mr. Watson, our principal, had called down Aimee to the office. Krysta had commented on that post something like "oh, sorry, I think that was me." It probably had been because there is an old Irish lady who lives next to us and is always out in her garden in the morning. I thought about this. Then found myself behind Krysta in the hallway and so naturally I decided to stalk her to the next class we had together. I am an excellent stalker. When I was walking with Jenna I told Jenna all about "the Worst Stalker Ever." At first Krysta tried to ignore my presence, facing away from me when we waited to be let into a classroom. I kept looking at her, smiling at the friends she was standing with and when Krysta actually looked at me once (I think by accident), I smiled brightly and waved. She never waved back.
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So, in the evening after I'd posted the first part of this post update, I had to go to an art exhibit and string quartet combo thing at my high school because I was in the art show (shall post pictures later) and quite a few of my friends were in the string quartets. I had come with my friend Jenna and her mother, and each of us had brought water-guns for self-defense. Roop, who plays the viola, was also there. In the middle of socializing she started to freak out about how Annalise was probably going to be there waiting at her car. I wondered where Roop's mom was because I knew Roop didn't have a car. She started asking people to walk her to her car, which was in a parking not on school grounds, to get something she'd forgot. She got Ben to lend her his water-gun and Jenna and someone else were willing to walk her to her car. They left. Jenna came back alone, and incredibly pissed, because Roop had assassinated her as soon as they got off school property. She yelled at all of our "good friends" as she called them, when she got back, because apparently, a lot of them had known Roop was Jenna's assassin. We left quite soon after that. While we were walking down the steps of the school, I paused to talk to a girl I knew while Jenna stormed on ahead. I turned around to see her abruptly pivot and start walking back to me. She had seen Meghan Kelly, a known associate of Krysta's, with a hooded figure, in the same place Krysta had been waiting for me earlier that day. We asked Virginia, Jenna's mother, to bring to car straight to the sidewalk in front of the school, and when she did, I asked Jenna to walk a couple steps in front of me and open the backseat door for me. As we were driving away I watched as the two girls dodged back behind the wall and then suddenly run up the steps, keeping low to the ground with their hoods up, and then run out to a car parked on the sidewalk. When we got to my house I stayed in the car and called my mom to open the front door for me. She laughed then tried looking around for Krysta. I was pretty sure they were in a car and had followed us, and three cars had followed us onto my street. We waited a few minutes, then I suddenly made a quick jog for my front door. I got up the first set of steps, so I was level with my yard, when, virtually at the same time, my head jerked to my right and I heard someone yell, "PARISA! PARISA!!!"
Two blond girls dressed all in black suddenly popped out of nowhere, not that far away. And, yes, they were calling out my name... to- er, or for....... I have no idea why they were calling out my name. If you've taken the time and effort to stalk someone (albeit, badly), waited until she was in the open in order to pounce on her and squirt her with a water gun, why do you then start yelling her name desperately? In hopes that she'll stop and let you assassinate her?
I promptly started sprinting like the hounds of hell were at my heels. Because they were.
Krysta and Meghan, getting closer and yelling more frantically: "PARISA!!" "PAARIIIIISA!!!" "PARIS-"
I leapt up the final five stairs and whipped open my screen door, threw myself into my house, only avoiding a face-plant by catching myself on the door handle. Meanwhile after a final and useless, "PARISA!! WAIT!!" I heard only someone opening my squeaky screen door before I slammed the front door shut with a forced that shook my entire row of houses.
My mom almost yelled at me about that but before she could even draw in breath, we both heard two bodies hit the door. They tried using the door handle but it was locked. I was sort of out of breath but I looked at my mom triumphantly for a moment. They hadn't gotten me. Again.
For the FOURTH time!
Mwhahh hahahahahahah haha haha!!!
I dumped my stuff in the chair and then looked out one of my living room windows, from which you could see the front porch. I watched in the light from the lamp next to me as Krysta banged on the door some more, saying something and then Meghan noticed me, and said, "She's right there," Krysta came more into my line of sight, letting the screen door close.
"Oh,"
They were both out of breath and not happy looking. I smiled. I couldn't hold it back and if I tried it would look mean.
Meghan sort of smiled back but also pursed her lips. Krysta was much more out of breath and leaned against my railing. We were less than three feet apart, only separated by glass.
They looked at me, smiling at them in a friendly way. I looked at them, feeling magnanimous. Then I started to laugh a little bit. I was sort of out of breath also.
Krysta said, panting, "That was, pretty fast of you there... nice running..."
I smiled a little wider and said, "You, too, nice running," with a nod, putting a friendly look in my eye. I had to monitor my smile because when I allow myself to smile fully, Jenna says I look evil/intimidating and my mother calls me a hellion.
But I couldn't stop it, so I just let myself ease into it gracefully as, in my mind, I was rolling around in mirth. Krysta and Meghan observed me closely for a moment. Krysta was still out of breath.
"You know," she said, "you're, like, really.... it's been, like, four days, and...if you're gonna always be this hard to kill....like, I don't know...."
"Well, you might die," I said cordially.
"What?"
"You might die first, before you kill me," I tried to say this as nicely as possible, and sort of shrugged apologetically, not breaking eye-contact. By this time I had a slightly more earnest expression on my face.
Krysta looked away and sort of down, tilting her head as she muttered, "Oh, yeah..."
We all stood there awkwardly for a moment examining each other, then I said brightly, "All right, well, I'll see you guys later, then!" like we'd just been discussing some funny, inconsequential subject. Meghan said, "See you later," in that same way and they started to walk down the stairs, Krysta muttering something about how she had, like, basically, pretty much gotten me, but I couldn't really hear her. I smiled even more and waved at them from my window as they walked back across my lawn. Krysta waved back in a somewhat half-hearted way, Meghan waved also. I waved again to Jenna and Virginia who were still watching from their car.
They all left.
I started laughing out loud. And at that moment decided to counter-assassinate Krysta, post statuses about where I was and where she was, to alert her assassin, and say Hi to her whenever possible, in a pointed and very friendly way. I posted a Facebook status complementing her on how she'd almost gotten me but hadn't and tagged her in it, before she could say what she'd been muttering as she left to anyone who counted.
I've decided I love this game.
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Alright, so, horrible update.Friday, I got shot by a water gun through my bathroom window.
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