My one wish this winter has slowly begun. After school let out today, a snow ball fight ensued in the student parking lot. As soon as I came out of the building, I rushed to my car to take cover. That's when it all began. Getting my gloves on, I pelted foe after foe with the pristine white balls with splotches of brown in them. No one could hit me, I have cat like reflexes. Until two people decided to leave. Two of my friends, CJ and Burt ran to Burt's car to make a fast getaway. I couldn't let that happen.So running briskly yet carefully through the snow, I tailed the car. The window on CJ's side was open for some stange reason. So I threw a snowball at the opening, and it went right through (I was amazed at myself). It was then that they drove over to my car. But by that time I had fled clear across the parking lot. My other two friends, Rick and Mack, were standing by the car. I yelled get into the car, but they just don't listen. So I watched Burt put about a pound of snow in my driver's seat and then saw Rick laughing and pointing at me. It was then that my second chance arose.
I ran to my car and told Rick and Mack to get in. Rick listens, but Mack doesn't. As Burt and CJ drove away, I saw that CJ's window was still open. My second snowball went through and smacked CJ in the shoulder, maybe the face. I run into my car, Rick's in but Mack isn't. Mack is about to get in when CJ opens the back door of my car and slams a snowball right into my eye. Now I believe I'm going to develop a black eye. What's the moral here? When someone says get in the car, don't act dumb and meander outside the car, especially if that person is taking you home.
