Personal Narrative Essay: The Battle Of A Gun

Have you ever been in a high intensity nerf war with your family? My family has them all the time. We split up into teams then go shoot each other with nerf guns. The battle takes place at night, and the lights are shut off making it hard to see, and much more difficult.
My house has an upstairs and a downstairs with two stair cases on each side of the house. This makes it possible to have two ways to go up or down. First Thing I always do is get down to the gun creat before anyone else does because it is a “first come first serve” kind of deal. I pick a shotgun like gun except it was a lot smaller and much easier to run with. I also took a handful of darts so I wouldn't run out. My mom and dad each picked a small handgun with a handful of darts as well. My brother stashes guns in his room along with a Nerf
“Ok sorry mom.” As he finally got down the stairs I looked at the guns he brought down. He had two automatics and three different other guns you have to load and shoot by hand. I looked at all the guns and said, “do you think you have enough?”
He said, “I might need them” I just turned away and shook my head at all his
I opened the door some more and saw where my brother was sitting aiming at the stair case. He still did not see me when I raised my gun, but then my mom finally came out of her hiding spot firing a dart that hit the wall three inches to my right. I fired just before but missed my brother. I saw my mom run down the other staircase, and I knew if I was going to win I would need to shoot her first. I ran down the stairs so fast I almost fell, but I ducked into the laundry room just as she came around the corner. She did not see me, but I saw her. She went down the hall for a few feet then ducked into the laundry room just in front of me. I said,” hi mom!” Then I fired my gun and she was out. Now I needed to get my