Steemit Engagement Challenge | S7W5 | Write A Short Story.

Hello steemians, I hope you are well.

Today I'm going to start another challenge, by writing a post telling a short story about my childhood that I propose as participation in Steem For Pakistan community contest as part of Week 5 of Season 7.

What I really like about this competition is the free space that you give us to write what we imagine but I see that the most interesting stories are the ones you go through in your life, it just needs a special way to tell it, so I will share with you my story and I hope to have a lot of interactions.

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My Short Story

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When: Elementary school (about 30 years ago now).

Place: Boys Primary School.

Event: Lead a resistance movement against what we called the Girls' Bus Organization.

Well, today I am going to tell you about one of my heroic and epic battles, in which I had a great victory, clear conquest and unprecedented success.

Behind our primary school there is a girls' college, every day their ill-fated bus passes us, and they stick their tongues out at us and throw their hateful racist phrases at us, chanting slogans against me and my youth comrades, and everyone everyone watches and does nothing.

They make fun of our looks and our ages, and sometimes even a long-term automatic spit comes to you that you cannot discourage with their satanic laughter and without any resistance or action from those responsible at the time.

Then I had to act.

On one of the historic days, I stood in front of the students in the class and gave them a speech that had the merit of changing everything:

"My friends, we suffer the most heinous insults every day without any action. We have endured enough. We must teach the girl bus organization a lesson that they will not forget. We must end this farce we stand watching our dignity is insulted!!"

Immediately, I found a strange response from my classmates, as the movements immediately began to deter this aggressive organization that does not have an iota of mercy in its heart. A resistance movement formed from 5 persons, preceded by a person called Sami, who is huge and broad-shouldered, his body is light years ahead of his age, God gave him the physical ability and taken his mental capacity, but he was fearless and courageous.

I started to prepare the plan: "Sami, you will escape today at rest time and you will bring balloons. We will wait for them at the height with balloons that we will fill with water. As soon as the bus slows down, we will throw our shells at them without mercy... This is war, comrades... Either victory or martyrdom."

The zero hour is counted, here is the bus coming, everyone is in their place, we hear their voices and their mocking towards us, and as soon as the elevated bus gets up and slows down, I shouted loudly, "Attaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack."

I cannot describe this moment nor this chaotic state which afflicted this organization, the shells rained on them like a torrent from everywhere, the sound of their cries was heard in all the district. We taught them a lesson they will never forget. The resistance rumbles loudly and the smile barely leaves our faces. We have taken our revenge, comrades. Congratulations to you comrades. We did it.

And these victories continued day after day, we were not satisfied, because every day we repeat this plan and pressure them, and the cries of this organization rose without any mercy.

But the war was a hoax, and the war didn't end there.

As usual of victory days, everyone is in their place waiting for the organization bus to pass in front of us so that we can put pressure on them, and as usual I order the forces to advance at the attack, but this time it was a surprise!!!

Egg shells rained down on us like rain from this organization. Chaos has invaded the resistance movement. The losses are countless. We are losing the battle. My friend Sami fell to the ground. We have swallowed the bitterness of defeat and tasted the horrors of war.

We gathered our Diaspora the next day, and we came together broken. What should we do? How can we get our dignity back, everyone saw what happened!! Sami answers me by crying in his mountain accent, and the shame of the traces of eggs is imprinted on his forehead. , if i take a bath a hundred times a day, i won't take it off.

"Well, my friends, gather all the money you have, Sami, get us water guns, balloons and enough eggs. Today, it will be a massacre in the full sense of the term. Don't be complacent. As for the plan, we will divide into two teams. Their ammunition will come out of the second team, which will be at the end of the hill and will attack with full force, today we will regain our dignity, comrades, against this arrogant and oppressive organization."

Indeed, the plan has been fully implemented. The first team went out and received what they received and avoided what they avoided. Then it was my turn and my friend Sami's turn, so the massacre was so great that the bus driver stopped to catch up with us.

What is it ?? Sami!!!

Ooooh, no, Sami, please stop, that's not the plan.. Sami breaks into the guarded bus with his gun and egg balls, so the bus organization of the girls screaming, after which the school principal ran out to see what was going on.

Immediately we were accused of rioting and assaulting the angels of mercy - according to them - and we were punished by beating in front of the students during the morning assembly, and refraining from going to the recess for 3 days.

But in general, it was the end of everything, after that the organization of the girls' bus did not even dare to stick their heads out the window.

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Thank you very much for reading, it's time to invite my friends @inspiracion, @adeljose, @irawandedy to participate in this contest.

Best Regards,
@kouba01