The Dodgeball War by Joshua L

The Dodgeball War

It was a Friday afternoon and we left our class, looking forward to playing dodgeball with Room 4. We had time left over from assembly, so Mr Bainbridge decided to play dodgeball. Three minutes later, we were on the turf, waiting for Room 4. At that moment, I saw people coming down the slope towards us. “Finally,” I thought, “they’re coming!”

Once we were all on the turf, Mr Bainbridge yelled for us to sit on the blue area in front of him. Mr Bainbridge then talked about the rules. “The first thing is that we are going to crush you guys…” Everyone laughed but Mr Bainbridge kept on blabbering away. When he when he finally stopped talking, he told us to line up against the wall. “Peep!” The whistle blew signalling the start of the game. How long could Room 4 hold up with some year 6’s on our side? My class charged to the front, balls in our hands. Soon, there was only about 19 players in Room 4. ”Get Kevin!” Mr Bainbridge bellowed.

Balls as fast as bullets raced towards Kevin he had no choice “Boing!” One ball hit its target and bounced off. I threw an insult at the other team: “Please enjoy my bright yellow balls!” I yelled as balls rained down onto the other team. The whistle blew for the end of the first round. Compared to how many people we had at the beginning, we had done pretty well. We gone back to our starting positions and Mr Bainbridge said, “Remember, go for Kevin!” The second round started. It was like a war. People were yelling at each other and the game went on. Soon it was the last round and we switched sides. Somewhere near the end, I managed to get someone on the back.

By the end of it, I was sweating like mad, and we all shook hands and headed back to class. We had won.