Fort Penetrable! By Jacob

Once my brother and I were lazily hanging around the house. He was

playing lego and I was just lying on the floor. Miles suddenly put

down hi lego warship. “I’m so bored!” he complained. “Me too….” I said sadly.

“I wish there was something for us to do that’s fun,” Miles said. “I know……” I dejectedly sighed. But suddenly, I was hit with a brilliant

idea! “Hey, Lets build a fort on my bunk bed. We’ll bring up swords and

shields to fight the enemy.” I suggested. “Yeah!” cried Miles. “We’ll call it: FORT IMPENETRABLE!” “Yeah, that's a great idea!” said Miles. “I’ll get the pillows!” I shouted. “I got the weapons!” cried Miles. I raced along and grabbed Miles’ pillow and threw it up on to my

bunk bed. Then I ran over to the bookshelf and looked around. I’d

better have something to occupy me if I got bored or the enemy ceased

fire I thought. So I grabbed a bunch of books and put them on my bed.

Miles was dumping a pile of weapons on my bed. “Hey, Miles1” I said to him. “You should get the balls for throwing at

people.” “Oh, yeah, I forgot,” he said apologetically. He ran to the ball basket and he grabbed it and hauled it onto my bed.

I ran to my bed. I forgot to take away the ladder! That was always

key when the enemy began to board the fort. I gripped the ladder and

I heaved upward. The ladder slightly creaked and groaned but I kept

it up. I dragged it over to a corner of the room and set it down. I ran

back to Miles who was busily hauling NERF guns up there too. “NO!” I yelled. “What? What did I do?” asked Miles. “No, we don’t need NERF guns! Those’ll hurt and they’re heavy!” “Come on! They won’t hurt and they aren't heavy! See?” He tossed me one and I barely caught it. “See?!” said Miles. “They aren’t heavy.” “Oh, all right…..” I replied. I tried to think of everything else I needed to hold off the enemy. I ran

over and grabbed my LEGOs. Just in case I bored and the books are not

cool. By now, Miles was up on my bed yelling “Beware the Fort!”

“Get down here silly!” I called up. “Never!” He shouted. I spotted a lone ball rolling on the ground. I grabbed it and felt it. It

was a soft light ball. Good. I thought. It won’t hurt bad.

“I will throw this and it WILL hurt!” I warned.

“Never!” he cried again.

Too late….. I thought. I hurled the ball. Blam! Straight on his fore

head.

“OOOOWWWW!” He screamed in pain.

“Come on Miles. That did NOT hurt that bad…. Now, come back

down.”

“Fine,” he groaned as he tried to get down. Seeing no other way, He

went to the place where the ladder used to be and jumped. KA-Boom!

He popped back up and asked, “So? What next?”

“We’re done!” I replied in triumph.

“Yes!” cried Miles.

I climbed up and shouted,” Attack if you dare!”

Unfortunately, Miles thought that I was challenging him, so he

started climbing the railing in earnest. I barraged him with a

mountain of balls, a hailstorm of bullets, and a ferocious sword

attack. He still held strong. I held out a little longer, something like,

4-5 seconds. TheN, Miles battered his way on to my bed. I grappled with

him and tried to shove him down. We struggled long and hard but my

experience and strength overcame him. He fell on to my sheets and I

cried, “The champion of the fort!”

But then Miles said, ”But I broke in, it should be now called, Fort

penetrable!”

“Yeah!” I said enthusiastically.

So, from then on, when we were bored, we made Fort penetrable!”