Well, I lead an army of brave boys to war against the seventh graders. The seventh graders were lead by the infamous Ole Fredrik, who not only took people's shoes and tossed them in the pond, but this one time he also almost broke this guy's arm. Rumors are also circulating that he paid his younger sister to strip, but they have never been confirmed.
We could stand his rule of tyranny no longer, and armed ourselves with what weapons we could find. Some brought stones, some brought sticks, and some only brought their bare hands. There were 8 of us, and 8, 9 maybe 20 seventh graders. On march 17. 2001, 8 brave boys stormed the gates of a far superior enemy, marking the beginning of the schoolyard freedom wars. For 45 minutes my boys fought bravely, but the enemy was too strong. They barricaded themselves in their fortress of wood, and we realized that unless we destroyed their gate, victory could never be ours. It also became clear that in the heat of the battle it would be impossible to destroy the gate, so we had to sabotage it.
On march 18. 2001 we brought a battering ram to the battlefield. It was during one of the short breaks, which seventh graders didn't have, so we had 15 minutes to cause as much devestation as possible to their fortress. Thus, during lunch break, they had to face us on the open field. We had wounded some of Ole's men the day before, but they still outnumbered us 10 to 1. My men, however, were trained in the art of battle, and 15 to 1 is not bad odds for a real warrior. The battle lasted for breaks, until on march 22. 2001, we finally emerged victorious. Ole Fredrik's rule was over, and he was sent to another school for stabbing someone in the eye with a stick.
