Past Birthday Party Part 1

T is growing up. He is a teenager. Soon, I hope he will stop being a teenager. But to celebrate him turning to the terrible teens we threw him a birthday party. This time we did what he wanted. We went Paint balling.
It was a great day for him. I made sure of it. I said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" and I drew him a picture of a paint ball, it was easy, I only had to draw a circle. We started the party off by picking up his friends then we met certain family members at the paint ball place.
There was no turning back. When we got there, they gave us helmets and heavy paint ball guns. This was war. When we went behind the curtain we saw our legacy. Paint. I think the refs enjoy putting people who have never done this sort of thing in their life against people who know how to shoot and who come paint balling every other week. This was no man's land.
Round 1: It was our first time behind the curtain of Doom. Only two people out of our whole group had actually done this before. The refs saw right threw us. They split us into two teams. The ones who knew why they came and The ones who didn't. I was on the team that didn't know why I came. (oh yea, because I love my little brother. stupid me) To start off, this place behind the curtain of Doom was absolutely covered in paint. It had carpet soaked in paint (I slipped more than once) it had inflatable obstacles/things you could hide behind while you attempted to shoot at your opponent, and it smelled of paint, fear, and pain. I don't know why, but when I went with my team (the didn't know why they came team) I could not stop laughing. I was about to be shot at, my team members were doomed to failure, and in order to keep on my feet I had to walk fairly carefully across the war zone. It was bad. The ref blew his whistle telling us to go, my team just coward behind the castle. Well except for a few brave souls. That included my brother-in-law, my sister M and T's friends. Yes I was afraid. I had gone into a sense of hysterics and when I finally built enough courage to move out from behind the castle most of my team was already out. As it turned out I was the last one standing, but because I had no idea what would happen once I stepped out from behind castle I got shot. Many times. I put my hand in the air telling those who seemed to do this for a living that I was out. This was no longer something to laugh at. It it hurt. And I was no longer laughing.
Round 2: They switched refs in this round. this ref made us stand against the wall while he counted off "1, 2, 1, 2." This made things much easier. This time I had team members who knew what they were doing. This time, I had a chance to win. My goal in this round was to shoot at least one person. I did it. Instead of standing right behind the inflatable castle I stood to the side of it. I did hit one person, but he was on my team. He was one of T's friends, and at the end of round 2 he came out and said "Gosh, that last round sucked. Someone shot me in the butt." I knew what I had done, but I said nothing.