When Woodstock Dorm Parent’s Children Attack…

If students ever bother to come down to dorms early, or skip an optional event such as senior boys’ basketball and head down to dorms, then one would notice four young children that don’t know the slightest meaning of the word- stop. These children are bewitched with evilness and stubbornness and like a vampire waiting to suck your blood, they patiently, yet eagerly wait for you at the Ridgewood basketball court.
Their identity remains a secret, but if ever you feel a splash of water anywhere on you, then that should be a signal to either take out your water bottle, or just run for your life from a kid half of your age, but don’t be ashamed, running away, although wimpy, is the key when it comes to spoiled bullies.
As of March 3, 2010 my four friends and I have officially managed to be squirt gunned by only 2 young kids, who to our dismay, have some pretty good squirting skills. While happily walking down towards dorms without a single disturbance for once in our life, our luck immediately turned around as we witnessed from the heights of Woodstock two tiny children putting on a big grin when they saw us slowly walking down towards dorms. At first our alarm was on the low, until we finally reached the Ridgewood basketball court only to realize that the two bratty kids had filled their water guns, and were aiming them straight at us.
A turn to the left, a turn to the right, and I found an escape without being liquefied and as soon as I escaped, I pointed at my yellow jacketed friend yelling “Go for her, go for her!”
The yellow jacketed girl glared at me and then ran for her life because one of her major fears in life is- kids. With their guns they chased after her until she brilliantly began running up the hill far away from their boundaries, otherwise, they, for once would be scolded by their parents.
But, the kids didn’t just stop with the yellow jacketed girl because on their way of chasing her, another girl with glasses (chashmish- Hindi for glasses) disturbed their paths. Within seconds, the little boy with Harry Potter glasses, took out his water gun and aimed it right at her face. Honestly, his target aim was amazing, but chashmish was on the verge of revenge. When it comes to chashmish: size, age, height, and weight are not taken into account when she’s in the mood for vengeance. Therefore, when the little girl started to tease chashmish, the teenager came running to me for my water bottle, and within seconds the young girl was being poured water on by chashmish.
Though chashmish is brave and ignorant of age, jasmine, the last survivor, was too frail to escape and was taken into hostage by the bratty girl. While the yellow jacketed girl had time to run away, and chashmish had time to take vengeance, jasmine was being held against her will by a girl literally a quarter of her size. She escaped with a few splashes of water, and her face red with anger like in the cartoons.
If your wondering of what ever happened to the yellow jacketed girl, well she survived at the very least after walking behind a group of two girls and eventually running away from the little kids until she was in the safe zone- Alter Ridge.
We all four were survivors and victims of bullying, one of the major problems at Woodstock. No matter what your size, your race, you religion, or your opinions are just beware because bullies attack either violently with water, or with rumors that make you cry as if they were holding an onion to your face and your only option to survival is to have natural skills at running away.