My story focuses on the hidden adventures of the hallway. SO: a few weeks ago I invented this game. It's called trip, and it started as just me and someone else (we'll call her A.) We were playing this game every time we saw each other- wait you don't know what the game was yet. Ok so basically I would find A in the halls, kick her in the shin, and run off. It seems violent, but it was fun. So then A would have to find and kick me back; because you couldn't be the last one "tripped". So one day I was walking with someone else (her name will be B) and A kicked me, we were just passing the LA rooms when B decided she wanted to play. As I was kicking A, B kicked me and I completely fell. Like on my butt in the middle of the hallway. And knowing me, I'm dying of laughter. Like I can't breathe and I'm gasping for air. Then my math teacher comes outside her room. She asks if I'm ok and I'm like thumbs up because I still can't breathe. So we start walking to class when B decides my new nickname will be trip because she so impressively made me fall. (And she's smaller than me) So that started a new game- me trying to shove her into lockers, walls, (people...) and other things. The new game began... Of course, we could've easily stopped shoving each other, or, giving each other dead legs in the middle of class. I know this probably sounds super mean and violent (some kid during the author assembly asked why we hated each other: we were also shoving each other sideways into the people on either side of us) but: it's just a joke. I'm not sure whether this will turn out funny, disturbing, weird or all of the above.
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