[6:28:29 PM] Mod at clraik.com: Once in 11th grade I was sitting in the cafeteria chillin' like a G with all my homies and bitches. My school is unique in that it is very bright b/c there is glass and windows everywhere, so the ceiling of the cafetia was almost a skyroof. Then I heard helicopters flying by and all of a sudden, loud bangs erupted as the ceiling above us shattered into pieces.
Everyone screamed and took cover as I looked above, and these black clad commandos began rappeling down with semi-automatic machine guns and rifles. It was it. My school was under attack, we were under siege. It was my moment.
So like a leader, I pointed and commanded everyone in the cafeteria to run to safety and prepared myself for a firefight. Like a fearless fighter, as soon as the first terrorist commando landed, I took him on. I jabbed him in the eye and used tae kwon do to subdue him, and in a trance of fury, I snapped his neck. I commandered his rifle and began firing at the others coming off the ropes. Boom, boom boom. Dropping like flies, but there were too many and soon more had landed. They began firing back at me and I just dodged, running underneath the tables like a rat.
But I was a strong rat. I could see the feet of my enemies as I ran and picked them all off, one by one. Shot by shot, stabs from knives I had taken from fallen terrorists. BANG! I was shot in the arm. But the pain didn't matter, for no wound but death would stop me from delivering justice to my fellow schoolmates.
After what seemed like an eternity, there was one terrorist left. The leader. So we were running and shooting, eventually both of us depleted in ammunition that we knew there was only one way. The honorable way. And we engaged in Close-quarters combat.
Evenly matched, blow by block, but I was running out of stamina. My arm was bleeding out and I could not continue this crusade much longer. There was a standoff, the look of intensity in both of our eyes was unreal. Then we charged at each other. It was either him or me, and if I failed, I would be dead. As we neared each other, I took a breath of fate and jumped. I high jump kicked him and then my legs locked onto his neck and I twisted my hip.
Success. I had snapped his neck, and the terror fell.
I fell with him, but still alive. All I could see before I passed out was the blood on my arm seeping to my clothes and bodies of commandos which I had taken out around me. Chaos.
When I awoke in the hospital 3 months later, I realized what I had done. I had become a hero, saving my school and became a legend. The legend of Mod.
-Intellectual moment of gr. 11
im proud to have a dad who can impart such wisdom on me