Personal Narrative: Dodgeball

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After 3 events, we had the only one event left which was the dodgeball tournament. We didn’t really satisfy at all the events we did so far, because we lost them by big amount of points. However, we still didn’t quit since we had one more event, dodgeball tournament. When our company’s turned to play dodgeball, we pulled up our posters that we spent hours on the night before and painted our faces with light blue. We all screamed as loud as we could so that our members could hear us from other side of gym and we actually called each members names that were playing the dodgeball. We had one dramatic moment when we only had one guy left and other company had 3 people. I thought we would lose this game because 3 people from other company actually

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