The Snowball Fight

The snow fell and all was blissfully sweet. I spun round and round in circles with my arms stretched out and my smile wide and broad. I was so very very happy. BAM! I was hit by a snowball. Slowly, slowly, slowly I fell down. My feelings, crushed. My spirit, crushed. My happiness, super crushed. I looked up. Patrick Gillen. Oh, Patrick Gillen. He who throws snowballs. Patrick. Michael. Gillen.

The snowball fight officially started.

The snowballs go that way, the snowballs go this way. Whirling, twirling, slamming, hitting.

Then Patrick went way too far.

He put a rock in one of his snowballs.

Yes, a rock.

Yes, it did hit Liz.

And she did cry.

Nobody wants bruises on Christmas.

Nobody.

Especially not innocent little girls who just wanted to spin round in circles.

"You ruined Christmas Pat."

"It was just a little rock. I thought it would be funny. I thought you were tough enough to handle a little old rock."

"You are an astronaut Pat. You fly around in space and have zero gravity. You are an astronaut."

"Now that is going too far Liz."

"I'm sorry. I'm done talking to you for 45 minutes. You are a big fat meanie butt."

"Ughhhhh....."

The snow continued to fall as Liz walked away, forever into the snowy abyss.

THE END YO