Journia
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The War Games
June 12th, 2034
Miranda, Gabriela and I lined up outside with our other classmates. The morning was warm, but not warm enough to take off your sweater. Our aschool was having a festival today, or rather, it was starting today, and lasting the whole week through. The War Games was my least favorite event in the school year, but it had to be done. The girls and boys were split into two teams, and sent out into the forests. Some of us were captured, some of us were never found. That is what horrified me most about this, how mothers and fathers could easily forget about their children. It chilled me. Even as I thought on this, I never saw the boy sneaking toward me.
I sat in the bushes, tying my sneakers. Waiting for Gabriela to return with hers. We were known as the jeans twins. Not because we had similar jeans, but because we always wore them. I looked at my watch. I wondered when this would be over fro the day. It was just eight o’clock. I heard walking outside the brush, I looked through the leaves, and saw my friend walking sock foot on the dirt.
“Gabbi!” I called. She turned toward me, and leapt into the brush. It took all my strength to keep from being hit by her.
“Minerva, how did you get in here?” She asked.
“The same way you got in. I leapt through.”
“Do you have the panzers?”
“The what?”
“Oh, I was playing call of duty last night. It is sooooo cool.”
“Look I don’t want to get tickled okay?”
“We’re going to get tickled anyway. Fourteen girls, and one hundred boys. Not a fair bet if you know what I mean.”
I shivered as I remembered last year’s war games. Hundreds of cold dexterous fingers, munching on my frail ticklish body. My whole body was erupting with shudders and laughter. And then the year before when Miranda was stripped naked and bathed in soapy water. Her soap covered body was the most ticklish on record if I remember correctly.
“I shudder to think Gabbi. I shudder to think.” That is when I saw them. Two arms burst through the bush and grabbed Gabriela’s love handles. Immediately, she began jumping and giggling like a crazy woman.
“HAHA HAHA Run Minerva!” She giggled. I stammered a reply and shot out of the bushes. I turned around to see I was at the back of the bush. And boyus were converging on it quickly. I dashed off into the forest drowning out Gabriela’s infectious laughs with Strawberry Shortcake’s Sugar Pie Song.
I soon reached a clearing where there was no one. Or so I thought. I walked further into the clearing, and right before I knew what hit me, a large balloon shot past me and burst upon the trees. Orange paint came out. The boys did this once before, messing Miranda’s shirt and pants up. Now they wanted me. But they wouldn’t get me. I ducked just in time to dodge a second balloon, fly over my head and into the bushes. I rolled away as screams of other girls emanated from the leaves. The boys ran past me and into the bushes, ten at a time, and pulled the girl’s shirt and shoes off. Then they dragged them into the middle of the clearing and tickled their catches. Recording them on camera all the while.
I shot through the forest, trying to find the path back to the school. I soon founf myself even deeper in the dark meandering collection of treesd and paths. I heard a crunch and I looked to my right. A boy leapt out and nearly toppled me. He landed on my stomach, he was only about two and a half feet tall. I believe he was the only dwarf at my school at the time. I threw him off but it was already too late. A taller young man came from behind me and scratched his fingers along my chest, I won’t say where, but I am certain you can guess. I shrieked with giggles, as this waso ne of my most ticklish points. I turned around and saw who it was.
“Vincent!” I shouted. “You Nazi!” I giggled a bit. Vincent was my boyfriend, and the only person I would even let get that close to me. Vincent was dressed up just like a Nazi tyoo. Right down to the Maxi coat and boots.
“Hello my lady.” He bowed. Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me to his side. I realized it was because I was about to get tickled by the dwarf again. “Michael, she is mine.” He turned to me, and kissed me on the cheek. Now my love, I believe you need to see your friends. I had them caught.”
“Are they being tickled?”
“Why never. It would be blasphemous to me, to have my girlfriend’s friends tickled.”
“Are you telling the truth?”
“My word is sacred.” He said putting his had to his chest and looking up to the sky. “It is auto de fe.”
“How symbolic, coming from a guy dressed like a rich hitler.”
“Hitler was rich.” He took my arm in his and we began to walk down the path, and soon we turned and entered the bushes. We walked for a while and then cameb upon a large fortress of sticks and leaves. We entered, and almost immediately, the boys within lunged toward me.
“Get her! I wanna lick her toes! I want her stripped!” These were only a few of the words spoken in my presence. But the boys weren’t planning on getting me once Vincent steppedi n.
“Stop, the girl is mine. Where are Miranda, and Gabriela?”
“You caught Gabriela?”
“No, we capturesd her from a rival team. I saved her.”
“Oh.” GABRIELA AND Miranda walked out from one of the rooms, they were tired.
“What happened Miranda?” I asked. I noticed her shoes were gone and so were her socks. Her tan face was beet red, and if I wasn’t so familiar with her, sullen looks, I would have thought someone punched her.
“I was captured, and they licked my feet and sucked my toes. I almost died. My heart is still thumping from the ordeal. Then they poured ants down my pants, and you know how hard it is for meb to get out of these tight things?”
I had to admit, Miranda wore some tight pants, even though I knew she had a thing for them, and she was bone skinny, she still had the problems getting out of them. “Yeah, I know.”
“Well, imagine having people licking your feet and ants in your pants, tickling the crap out of you.” She wiggled her legs a bit,”I still feel some arounf my butt.” She pouted.
“Come ladies, we have work to do.” The boys who heard him looked at him.
“You’re gonna tickle the piss outta them?”
“Dayamn! Vince is gonna have three pieces today!”
Vincent said nothing, instead he led us into another room, with a door in it. It was pitch black, but I could see the light on the other side. Vincent turned on a flashlight and put on a resorc player.He locked the door and led us out.
Soon we were outside, and I stopped him for a moment.
“What was the record player for?” a second later, recorded laughter and begging and pleading blasted like a megaphone.
“Distraction of the masses.” he said with a clever smile.
“Man Vincent, you are the smartest,” I began.
“And cleverest,” Miranda added.
“Black guy I know.” I said hugging him.
“I thank you for your compliments. Now we should be off. I have a plan to rock this place for the rest of the year.”
We followed Vincent to the tree fort built deep into the forest. There he explained his plan.
“For too long I have watched my female friends be embarrassed beyong repair. Tomorrow, we begin the plan to turn the beat around.” He opened his coat and removed a large piece of paper rolled up like a scroll. On it was a map, and writing on the side. The map was of the school grounds, encompassing the mountainous regions and all.
“Just how long have you been planning this?” Miranda asked.
“For about a month.” He replied.
“How long is the school grounds?” Gabriela asked.
“The school grounds are thirty miles long and five miles wide. With sheer thousand foot drops on every side except for the area of the road, leading to and from the academy.”
“That is something. But anyway, what is your plan Vincent?”
“My plan is to turn the tables on the boys.” Gabriela gasped.
“Traitor!” Miranda cried.
“Eggs Benedict!” Gabriela cried.
“You mean Benedict Arnold.” Miranda scolded.
“I always thought they were synonymous.”
“Enough.” Vincent Silenced everyone then continued. “Gabriela, do you wish to beb tickled senseless, by those boys? Do you idh to be embarrassed?”
“I am not embarrassed.”
“Well, I sure am!” Miranda cried. “After getting the pee tickled out of me months back, I don’t want a repeat!”
“Well, I do not want a repeat, because after Minerva here, you are my second favorite person.”
“Hey what about me?” Gabriela whined.
“You just called me Eggs Benedict. I don’t know what to say to that.” Over the course of the next few hours, he explained his plan, and we all agreed to help. Some of us more reluctantly than others. Minutes after he finished, one of the boys popped his head into the fort.
“Vincent Sir, we have found another girl. Do ou want me to tickle her, sir?”
“What does she look like Davey?”
“White girl, 5’4” Brown hair, and large feet. I believe her name is Farah.”
“Do with her what you may Davey. You never have any fun anyway.”
“Thank you sir.” He popped his head out of the fort and marched off.
“Is that boy…” Miranda began.
“That boy is my assistant. He knows of this, and has been ordered to keep quiet. He led the rescue group for you also.” Miranda grinned and glanced out the fort door at the boy who had saved her. Tickling a young woman’s stockinged feet
“Wow.” She said with admiration in her voice. “Look at him go.”
June 12th, 2034
Miranda, Gabriela and I lined up outside with our other classmates. The morning was warm, but not warm enough to take off your sweater. Our aschool was having a festival today, or rather, it was starting today, and lasting the whole week through. The War Games was my least favorite event in the school year, but it had to be done. The girls and boys were split into two teams, and sent out into the forests. Some of us were captured, some of us were never found. That is what horrified me most about this, how mothers and fathers could easily forget about their children. It chilled me. Even as I thought on this, I never saw the boy sneaking toward me.
I sat in the bushes, tying my sneakers. Waiting for Gabriela to return with hers. We were known as the jeans twins. Not because we had similar jeans, but because we always wore them. I looked at my watch. I wondered when this would be over fro the day. It was just eight o’clock. I heard walking outside the brush, I looked through the leaves, and saw my friend walking sock foot on the dirt.
“Gabbi!” I called. She turned toward me, and leapt into the brush. It took all my strength to keep from being hit by her.
“Minerva, how did you get in here?” She asked.
“The same way you got in. I leapt through.”
“Do you have the panzers?”
“The what?”
“Oh, I was playing call of duty last night. It is sooooo cool.”
“Look I don’t want to get tickled okay?”
“We’re going to get tickled anyway. Fourteen girls, and one hundred boys. Not a fair bet if you know what I mean.”
I shivered as I remembered last year’s war games. Hundreds of cold dexterous fingers, munching on my frail ticklish body. My whole body was erupting with shudders and laughter. And then the year before when Miranda was stripped naked and bathed in soapy water. Her soap covered body was the most ticklish on record if I remember correctly.
“I shudder to think Gabbi. I shudder to think.” That is when I saw them. Two arms burst through the bush and grabbed Gabriela’s love handles. Immediately, she began jumping and giggling like a crazy woman.
“HAHA HAHA Run Minerva!” She giggled. I stammered a reply and shot out of the bushes. I turned around to see I was at the back of the bush. And boyus were converging on it quickly. I dashed off into the forest drowning out Gabriela’s infectious laughs with Strawberry Shortcake’s Sugar Pie Song.
I soon reached a clearing where there was no one. Or so I thought. I walked further into the clearing, and right before I knew what hit me, a large balloon shot past me and burst upon the trees. Orange paint came out. The boys did this once before, messing Miranda’s shirt and pants up. Now they wanted me. But they wouldn’t get me. I ducked just in time to dodge a second balloon, fly over my head and into the bushes. I rolled away as screams of other girls emanated from the leaves. The boys ran past me and into the bushes, ten at a time, and pulled the girl’s shirt and shoes off. Then they dragged them into the middle of the clearing and tickled their catches. Recording them on camera all the while.
I shot through the forest, trying to find the path back to the school. I soon founf myself even deeper in the dark meandering collection of treesd and paths. I heard a crunch and I looked to my right. A boy leapt out and nearly toppled me. He landed on my stomach, he was only about two and a half feet tall. I believe he was the only dwarf at my school at the time. I threw him off but it was already too late. A taller young man came from behind me and scratched his fingers along my chest, I won’t say where, but I am certain you can guess. I shrieked with giggles, as this waso ne of my most ticklish points. I turned around and saw who it was.
“Vincent!” I shouted. “You Nazi!” I giggled a bit. Vincent was my boyfriend, and the only person I would even let get that close to me. Vincent was dressed up just like a Nazi tyoo. Right down to the Maxi coat and boots.
“Hello my lady.” He bowed. Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me to his side. I realized it was because I was about to get tickled by the dwarf again. “Michael, she is mine.” He turned to me, and kissed me on the cheek. Now my love, I believe you need to see your friends. I had them caught.”
“Are they being tickled?”
“Why never. It would be blasphemous to me, to have my girlfriend’s friends tickled.”
“Are you telling the truth?”
“My word is sacred.” He said putting his had to his chest and looking up to the sky. “It is auto de fe.”
“How symbolic, coming from a guy dressed like a rich hitler.”
“Hitler was rich.” He took my arm in his and we began to walk down the path, and soon we turned and entered the bushes. We walked for a while and then cameb upon a large fortress of sticks and leaves. We entered, and almost immediately, the boys within lunged toward me.
“Get her! I wanna lick her toes! I want her stripped!” These were only a few of the words spoken in my presence. But the boys weren’t planning on getting me once Vincent steppedi n.
“Stop, the girl is mine. Where are Miranda, and Gabriela?”
“You caught Gabriela?”
“No, we capturesd her from a rival team. I saved her.”
“Oh.” GABRIELA AND Miranda walked out from one of the rooms, they were tired.
“What happened Miranda?” I asked. I noticed her shoes were gone and so were her socks. Her tan face was beet red, and if I wasn’t so familiar with her, sullen looks, I would have thought someone punched her.
“I was captured, and they licked my feet and sucked my toes. I almost died. My heart is still thumping from the ordeal. Then they poured ants down my pants, and you know how hard it is for meb to get out of these tight things?”
I had to admit, Miranda wore some tight pants, even though I knew she had a thing for them, and she was bone skinny, she still had the problems getting out of them. “Yeah, I know.”
“Well, imagine having people licking your feet and ants in your pants, tickling the crap out of you.” She wiggled her legs a bit,”I still feel some arounf my butt.” She pouted.
“Come ladies, we have work to do.” The boys who heard him looked at him.
“You’re gonna tickle the piss outta them?”
“Dayamn! Vince is gonna have three pieces today!”
Vincent said nothing, instead he led us into another room, with a door in it. It was pitch black, but I could see the light on the other side. Vincent turned on a flashlight and put on a resorc player.He locked the door and led us out.
Soon we were outside, and I stopped him for a moment.
“What was the record player for?” a second later, recorded laughter and begging and pleading blasted like a megaphone.
“Distraction of the masses.” he said with a clever smile.
“Man Vincent, you are the smartest,” I began.
“And cleverest,” Miranda added.
“Black guy I know.” I said hugging him.
“I thank you for your compliments. Now we should be off. I have a plan to rock this place for the rest of the year.”
We followed Vincent to the tree fort built deep into the forest. There he explained his plan.
“For too long I have watched my female friends be embarrassed beyong repair. Tomorrow, we begin the plan to turn the beat around.” He opened his coat and removed a large piece of paper rolled up like a scroll. On it was a map, and writing on the side. The map was of the school grounds, encompassing the mountainous regions and all.
“Just how long have you been planning this?” Miranda asked.
“For about a month.” He replied.
“How long is the school grounds?” Gabriela asked.
“The school grounds are thirty miles long and five miles wide. With sheer thousand foot drops on every side except for the area of the road, leading to and from the academy.”
“That is something. But anyway, what is your plan Vincent?”
“My plan is to turn the tables on the boys.” Gabriela gasped.
“Traitor!” Miranda cried.
“Eggs Benedict!” Gabriela cried.
“You mean Benedict Arnold.” Miranda scolded.
“I always thought they were synonymous.”
“Enough.” Vincent Silenced everyone then continued. “Gabriela, do you wish to beb tickled senseless, by those boys? Do you idh to be embarrassed?”
“I am not embarrassed.”
“Well, I sure am!” Miranda cried. “After getting the pee tickled out of me months back, I don’t want a repeat!”
“Well, I do not want a repeat, because after Minerva here, you are my second favorite person.”
“Hey what about me?” Gabriela whined.
“You just called me Eggs Benedict. I don’t know what to say to that.” Over the course of the next few hours, he explained his plan, and we all agreed to help. Some of us more reluctantly than others. Minutes after he finished, one of the boys popped his head into the fort.
“Vincent Sir, we have found another girl. Do ou want me to tickle her, sir?”
“What does she look like Davey?”
“White girl, 5’4” Brown hair, and large feet. I believe her name is Farah.”
“Do with her what you may Davey. You never have any fun anyway.”
“Thank you sir.” He popped his head out of the fort and marched off.
“Is that boy…” Miranda began.
“That boy is my assistant. He knows of this, and has been ordered to keep quiet. He led the rescue group for you also.” Miranda grinned and glanced out the fort door at the boy who had saved her. Tickling a young woman’s stockinged feet
“Wow.” She said with admiration in her voice. “Look at him go.”
