Last night was the scariest night of my life. We started a new "club" called the Super Suicide Society of the Summer Session. We have to, every night to start each meeting, climb up the big tree and jump out into the river. But last night was different. When we climbed up and got to the edge, I lost my balance as I tried to make some stalling remark and almost fell out of the tree. "Yes he had practically saved my life. He had also practically lost it for me,"(pg.25) I thought to myself on the walk back home. I was so furious, that I was thinking to myself, I even almost said it, "I wouldn't have turned around, and so lost my balance, if he hadn't been there."(pg.25) He put me into a very bad position, and i don't even want to be there. Later on in the week, we were walking in the playing fields noticing all the seniors playing badminton. Finny looked at them in disgust and noticed a big leather-covered ball, a medicine ball. He picked it up and Bobby Zane said, "Let's make it have something to do with the war, like a blitzkrieg or something."(pg. 29) "We'll call it blitzkrieg ball" said Bobby. Finny shot back with, "Or just blitzball." He threw the ball at me, I then ran and then Chet tackled me, which I guess was completely illegal to Finny's new game. I then threw it to Bobby Zane and we all started running around playing blitzball. These days at Devon just keep bringing something horrible, immediately followed by something great.
Blitzball
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