little Jacey pt.1

I haven't really been doing anything postable lately(besides prom, art festival, hanging out with my friends more often then EVER, rocky horror) so was thinking I'd write about little Jacey...

Once upon a time in middle school we were playing capture the flag.... first of all I would like to say that middle scholars are the worst thing that every happened to earth, every single one of them is a snot nosed kid who thinks that they know better then everyone els and needs to be beaten daily for their attitude alone...P.S. at this time I had one friend in the entire school(witch was one more then I was used to at this friendless time in my life).... Debrah and I were at one end guarding the flag, just standing there watching people in the middle all bundled up jumping back and forth over the border not coming any where near the flag. We watched our side slip into prison time and time again, Debrah decided that she didn't want to watch anymore and that she wanted to be a art of the action. I let her know that I was fine with being as far from the action as possible ( I would like you to know that I am not fat, fatty yes I have no muscle, but I am to vain too be fat, and too lazy to be skinny ( on the other hand Debrah was on track )) she went off to stratigize with the rest of the team and two people came back to take our positions. I meandered around my teams side of the field and yelled useful things to my team like "look a penny trying to cross our side", and "you'd better put that guy in jail before he gets to our flag". You could tell the whole team was happy to have me(not). They all started planning this big attack with distractions and swerving and blocking, they wanted that flag badly. They had everyone involved except me....I was to guard the flag while this plan was to be executed. Then all of them charged forward, and I hafta say that the other team looked shocked but were still putting an effort to keep them from the flag. They had conerd them on one side of the field and left and right my people were being sent to jail. There was a clear path ahead of me that was made clearer when the coach yelled out "Jacey you can get the flag if you run now!!!" it so happened that no one els heard that, so a began to run. when I crossed the border no one had noticed. I ran the length of the field and was touching the flag( witch was a hockey stick, propped up by a traffic cone ) I pulled it from the traffic cone and looked back at the action. No one had yet seen me, but as I began to fun the field the coach called out in encouragement, and then I was being chased by the fastest and the finest of the other team. (As I said before I am not fat, but being unfat doesn't make you any faster.) I could feel them gaining behind me and I still had a long stretch ahead of me before I could cross the other side. Stupidly I looked back and saw the nearest of them, his eyes glinted with rage, my eyes watered with fear. This guy was going to take me out, he knew it, I knew it, the hockey stick posing as the flag knew it, but i couldn't let that happen not when I had gotten this far. I gripped the hockey stick and put all my energy into my little fatty legs. Then the border didn't seem to far from me. I could hear the anguish in the grunt of the the guy chasing me as I pulled forward and jumped across the border, and the game was over...
P.E. went back to normal from then on, I never won anything in sports ever again. I took my place in lazily meandering about on end of the field, but I'll never forget the day that I captured the flag.