• It happened one day.

    The mass rebellion of all of us in Camp Islandwood has just begun.

    The way I see it, all of my classmates were creating their own "human barricade" against Ms. Peterson and even Mr. Greer. Actually, we weren't the only people in our school rebelling. We learned that there were other school students out there rebelling against the adults and this "outbreak of rebellions" has just begun.

    Here's what happened: Peterson and Greer were being pushed back by force. Although Greer's physical resistance was fierce and kind of hard to handle, it didn't take long before they were finally pushed back. Greer may be tough, but he was no match for an entire group of students like us.

    Me and my good friend Donniqua Williams even tried to scale the adults off, but Anthony Martinez told us that we shouldn't worry about him and the others. "Go!" he said. "You guys find that guy! We'll handle this!" And with that, Donniqua and I paused for a few moments before we finally headed outside.

    The moment we headed outside, the rest of our classmates began to spring into action. Pretty soon, everyone began to run outside for their lives. The next few seconds have passed and both Greer and Peterson were giving chase. Actually, we heard a lot of other kids yelling all over Islandwood. As I said earlier, the mass rebellion against adult tyranny has just begun. Me and Donniqua ran for our lives to escape being caught by our teachers (as well as other adults in the camp).

    While we were running for our lives, we began to slow down a bit. I said to Donniqua, "So how did Anthony manage to know about him?" And Donniqua replied, "I don't know. He told me that he was harassed by him. He tried to tell the others, but no one believed him."

    I asked if she herself met up with the stranger who tried to attack Anthony. "Nope," she answered. "I don't even know what this guy looks like." Then she asked me if I ever met a stranger like that and I told her that Anthony showed me a picture of it as well as that other time when the stranger actually tried to attack two boys the other day while I was spying, but before I can react, he got away---well, he probably didn't notice me, but he may have fled to avoid capture since he suspects that he may be spotted by someone nearby.

    "Where did you last see him?" was Donniqua's next question.

    "I can't remember," I said. "But if I ever run into him, it's a showdown that guy will never forget."

    On our way to a forest somewhere in Islandwood with all the yelling going on all over, fellow classmate Esteban Palacios ran into the two of us in our place, but he wasn't looking for trouble from Donniqua. He wanted trouble from me.

    Esteban shoved me back, calling me "smokey" and asking me what did I want. Well, first of all, I have no idea what his problem was, but he was asking for trouble, alright. He shoved me again and said, "Boy, you're a doodoo head!"

    He asked for it. I took a swing at him really hard in revenge for all the rotten things he has done to me back at school. As a school bully, he always wanted to pick on me comparing to several other people I know back at elementary school. Being a fifth grader at that time wasn't really easy. But anyway... he was able to get up and I swung at him again even harder. He fell to the ground.

    "You'd better stay out of my way, if you know what's good for you!" I hissed at him. "This is mass rebellion right now and we have no time for bullying!"

    Let's just say that my voice drew attention to several camp instructors who were nearby. They spotted us and the next thing I realized would be me and Donniqua running for our lives. I looked back and saw Esteban getting back up, but he gets caught since he can be VERY slow these days. No matter, we kept running for our lives.

    As we were still running from our tyrannical captors, we were stopped by several adults who were camping instructors. Great, sounds like we're trapped! Or are we?

    "You kids sure enjoy getting into trouble these days!" one of them said.

    Those words drew attention to Charles Cooper and a group of other kids from a different school. As soon as they heard those words, they quickly emerged from out of the bushes and began to throw rocks at the adults. Those adults were pelted everywhere by rocks, small and huge. Half of them were badly knocked out.

    "Thanks, Charles!" I called out.

    "Look out!" someone shouted.

    Before I even knew it, Donniqua and I were finally grabbed by the adults who were chasing us earlier. Luckily, Charles and his gang were trying to get them off of our backs. It took us a good ten seconds for us to struggle free thanks to him and the others. The adults who surprised us earlier were also taken down by the whole gang. We especially tried to help out Charles, but he wanted us to go; we shouldn't have to worry about him, or so he said.

    We both ran for our lives.

    After several minutes of escaping our pursuers, we finally found Anthony Martinez, but he was being attacked by the same person that Martinez told me about earlier. While Anthony was wildly swinging his fists at him, me and Donniqua jumped on him in an attempt to try and give Anthony an advantage. He was too strong for all three of us, however, and shook us off before fleeing.

    That stranger in a mysterious gray cloak.... who was he?

    "Goddammit!" Anthony cursed.

    "Is that the person you were talking about?" Donniqua Williams asked. Anthony said that WAS the one, alright.

    "That guy doesn't even look so tough!" I retorted. "I bet he doesn't even have a brain!"

    "Well, come on!" Anthony ordered. "We need to catch up to him! I just want revenge! THIS WAY!"

    The three of us began to pursue where he went. Mile after mile, we were starting to grow exhausted until FINALLY, we saw him trying to strangle another person off the edge of the suspension bridge. Great, he was about to strangle and even beat the boy to death before throwing his lifeless body off the suspension bridge nearly a couple hundred feet high from here. Well, that's not happening! We were able to get his attention by tossing rocks at his face.

    The stranger got up, but the boy jumped on to him. We were careful to approach him with the boy on his back. Luckily, that kid got off of him and fled while the three of us were jumping on him, beating the living heck out of him. Nonetheless, he shook us off and tried to chase the boy running away, but it wasn't long when he slipped on the edge on the other side by the time he crossed.

    That gave us a chance. "Get him!" I said. The three of us then caught up to him, who was saving himself from falling below. When I tackled him, his hood was off and before I knew it, I recognized who he really was.

    "Mr. Knight?" I was angrily shocked.

    "Get off of me!" he roared, pushing me off.

    Anthony Martinez's fit of rage got the best of him when he swung at Mr. Knight really hard. A teacher at school---he was now a violent tyrant like all the rest of the adults here at Islandwood. What the hell was he thinking, disciplining kids with violence? This is mutiny!

    Mr. Knight got up and said, "You kids enjoy mocking a lot of adults lately, you disobedient, filthy rats! You think you all can try to mock us whenever, but now, we have a chance to put you all down!"

    "Mocking you guys? What are you nuts? You adults are our greatest problems. All you adults care about is money and yourselves. All you guys also do is push us around with violence in the same way Mr. Greer and all of our parents enjoy pushing us around with threats of violence! It's YOU that needs to be taught a second-handed lesson!" My words had shot at Mr. Knight's face.

    "I'm gonna kick your a** real hard!" Anthony yelled.

    With that, Anthony swung at him again, but his arm was grabbed. Me and Donniqua tackled him, but we did it so hard that all of us were knocked off the ledge of the huge suspension bridge. Luckily, we were able to grab on to various tree branches below to save ourselves. Mr. Knight himself was down below, yet he was grabbing on to the "mini-ledges" of the wall. None of us dared to look down since we were about a couple hundred feet above.

    Anthony Martinez climbed safely to the top first. Me and Donniqua were next, but Mr. Knight stopped me by grabbing on to my foot. I started stomping on his face as hard as I could, but despite stomping on his face, his grip was too strong. Even Donniqua and Anthony looked down while Donniqua safely reached to the top. The two tossed more rocks at Mr. Knight, although some whacked me on the head repeatedly.

    Nonetheless, it took me nearly a minute to break free. I had to climb back up as fast as I could while Donniqua and Anthony were distracting him with thrown rocks. Fortunately, I reached to the top while Mr. Knight was on my tail. The three of us were safe, but not for long.

    By the time Mr. Knight was back on the top, me and Anthony began to push him back until the three of us were in the middle of the suspension bridge, approximately two-hundred feet high. The two of us tried to hold him down with our swinging fists, but even with our own "combined strength", it was no use. He overwhelmed us and almost knocked the two of us off the bridge.

    "Oh, snaps!" I screamed.

    "Dude, hang on!" Anthony yelled, holding on for dear life.

    "Don!" I shouted. "Help us!"

    "I have no use for you naughty children!" Mr. Knight said with the evil look in his eyes.

    Before Mr. Knight can even step on our hands to make us fall to our deaths, Donniqua tackled him just in time and quickly overwhelmed him. Now, HE was holding on to the side of the bridge for dear life as Donniqua got me and Anthony back up. Now, THAT was a close call for all three of us, but not for Knight himself.

    Mr. Knight wasn't even giving up. We developed a plan of our own.

    "Wait for him," I instructed the two. "Once he gets back on the bridge, lunge at his legs and lift them up. That should toss him off the bridge!"

    The plan was set and so was Mr. Knight, our "target". The moment he was up on the suspension bridge again, I was like, "NOW!" and before he had time to react, Donniqua and Anthony charged at his feet and began to lift them up with all their mights while I, on the other hand, was throwing massive rocks at him to try and stop him from grabbing my two dear friends.

    Did the plan work? Yes, it DID work!

    Anthony and Donniqua were strong as I saw them carry Mr. Knight's legs before throwing him off the suspension bridge. We saw momentarily that Mr. Knight was falling all the way below, but because the suspension bridge in which we were on was so high, we could barely see Mr. Knight land in the bottom. All we saw was a microscopic dot from down below. We stood there waiting and waiting for six minutes. We weren't sure if Mr. Knight survived the fall or if he plunged to death.

    Finally, Donniqua spoke up, "Is he dead?"

    "He'd better be," said Anthony. "If he's not, then I'm gonna have to continue beating him with my own hands if I had to!"

    "Same here," I added. I paused for a moment and said again, "Well, let's just say that he's dead."

    "We'll worry about that later," Anthony added. "Come on, everyone else needs our help! We need to carry this rebellion long enough!"

    "Until what?" Donniqua protested.

    "I don't know... just until we get what we want," Anthony bitterly responded. And with that, the three of us ran to the other side of the bridge to resume our rebellion against adult tyranny in Islandwood.