It was June tenth of 2008, the day after my birthday; my identical twin, Ethan, had decided to host a party. He was the drum major our senior year and so he thought that to promote “unity in the band”, a phrase which I came to despise, he would have a party to make incoming freshmen more comfortable with the older people in the band. There was a ridiculous amount of Mountain Dew and an abundance of cheap bags of chips. The party was quite a feat, we had paintball, football, and a bonfire planned for later in the evening. Paintball was set up in the grove, about fifty yards west of the shop, where the food and drinks were. Directly across the driveway to the east of the shop was where we had the football field. And just north of the shop was the pump shed where the hose was hooked up to spray random guests. Me, as the antisocial pessimistic twin was under the impression that this party was going to be a complete failure, so I sat inside and watched TV for the first hour. My dad finally had enough of my pessimism and forced me to go outside and socialize. I was furious. To vent my anger I went and played paintball where I got to shoot at all the people that I disliked, which was very soothing for me. After that I moved over towards our makeshift football field and that’s where the entire day went to crap.
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