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Dodgeball. Dodgeball. The worst tournament they could pick. Dodgeball. I prefer badminton. It’s just that the first time I played dodgeball back in Nelson was hard enough.

*Dramatic Flashback*

“Owww” I moan when the first murderball hit me. The coach just blows the whistle and calls me off. Someone makes a catch and gets me back on. “Oww” I mutter again when the next murderball hits me.

Well the first practice here at Point England wasn’t much better. It was probably worse. It was the  year 7s VS the year 8s. Guess how many boys were on the year 7 team? C'mon guess. 3. 3! That is how many, including me. I'm definatly the catcher of the team but not good enough to catch all the good guys out. The year 8 team had half the class and about ⅓ of the year 8’s are boys so we got pummeled like an asteroid hitting our ship. Literally. The balls were the asteroids and we were the ships. “MAYDAY MAYDAY” we yell. Its not fun. But the good bit about not being good at dodgeball is the fact you're not a target. The good people are. So you survive longer and if you're good at dodging you might be the final one in your team. The question was, how good would we be as a full class???

The first match was better than I expected. Since all the good people were on the same team as the weaker people the weaker people would sacrifice themselves to protect the better people. The good people slammed, pummeled and caught the balls so the decoys could come back on. Then it came to the final 5 on our team and they had 7. But luckily they had no balls on their side. So we got all the balls and threw them all at the same time we somehow got 4 out!

The final three were harder than the rest. We hadn't learned the concept of taking the good people out first. Our only way to win was to catch them out or somehow get 1 out by throwing all of the 3 balls on our side and hopefully hitting them. We caught 1 out and had 4 balls to throw. We threw them all at once. We hit another 1! The last one. But he had all the balls on his side. With a big thrust the ball leapt out of his hand into the air and catapulted into a person from our side’s stomach. “Not a big worry, he’s not a good player,” I think to myself. Like a flash he throws another. It flies right past me. Hits no one. “Phew!”Suddenly the next one hits another weaker person. I glanced around noticing that I'm somehow in the final 3. We had 3 balls on our side. We threw all 3 at once. He caught 1, deflected another with it but a diagonally flying ball hit him in the legs. Success. Other team annihilated. Good job team.