My favorite mistake

My favorite mistake was the time that Dylan and I caused a full out war in my house. It all started when I decided to pick up my air soft sniper rifle. It was not a normal day when it happened, we were moving. We had hired a moving company to help us move. We didn’t exactly make things go faster if you know what I mean.

Mischievously I raised my weapon towards the worker. I was about to let 1200 feet per seconds of pure plastic justice. I exhaled then, we heard and I felt a BOOOM!!!!. It struck him and the mover dropped the couch and ran after us, but Dylan held him off with a full auto machine gun.

After Dylan’s magazine emptied we ran for our life’s. Unintelligibly I dropped my gun while I was running. The mover picked it up and started to fire back, but he didn’t realize that I had a pistol under my shirt. We fought hard until there was no more bullets to shoot, except for the one I hid in my pocket.

The mover confronted my dad about what happened and my dad wasn’t happy. After my told me that I was in big trouble I figured that I had nothing to lose and I took that one bullet that I hid in my pocket and loaded it and shot one last time.

When my dad asked me why I shot again I boldly told him that I simply just needed to establish dominance.