Four years ago…
“Alex! You’re distracted! Every single shot is hitting you!” My father’s voice boomed through the backyard. My skin was getting painfully sore, each paintball leaving a brutal bruise beneath my suit. Sure, they’d all be healed by tomorrow, but that didn’t stop me from feeling the pain right now.
I jumped to the next platform, stumbling in my step as another 3 paintballs hit my back. I groaned, ducking my head down too late as a forth smeared its way through my hair “Enough!” My father’s screamed this time. The buzzer sounded, the spinning platforms coming to a halt and I sighed. Stepping down from the course and heading back to the control desk, I could already see the scowl on his face.
His arms folded over his chest as I approached, my eyes dipping away from his in pu
