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Snow day to remember!

By shahzaib abbasi!

A snow day to remember

“Wake up J, wake up J, come on J time for school darling,”  was all I could hear from my mum, her persistence felt like Michael Schumacher repeatedly racing his Ferrari into my ear.  You would think I would be use to this daily torture, but NO!, without fail everyday this agony feels just as bad.  Slowly but surely I crept out of my bed and slowly made my way to the bathroom.  30 seconds into brushing my teeth, all I could hear was “Get out J, get out, I need to use the bathroom,” screamed my sister, Sam, sweet 16? I don’t think so in her case its sickening 16.  As the seconds ticked, her screams got louder and louder, but I stood my ground and carried on brushing my teeth.

        It was now 8.30am, as I quickly ate my cereal, and left for school.  As I walked out the house, I saw the streets which looked as if someone had come over night and poured milk on them, it had been snowing all night.  The snow had brought some light to my day, could it be, could it be SNOW DAY?  If this was the case then there would be no school.  It seemed too good to be true so I made my way to school, hoping that this possibility of a day off school would become reality.  Snow fight, was the thought that occupied my mind as I strolled to school.  Finally I made it to the torture chamber, they call school, as I entered the gates children and their mothers were walking out of the school, instead of into it, the possibility of snow day, became more of a reality.  Finally it was confirmed, as Steve, my best friend said enthusiastically “Schools closed today, because of the snow,” these words sounded as if they came straight from an angel.  As soon as he finished his sentence a snow fight kicked off.  Snow balls were flying through the air at high speed, as if a hundred comets were coming towards Earth at the same time.  

        After being at the receiving end of twenty odd snow balls, I decided to fight back.  I chased Steve down the road with my football sized snow ball.  Five minutes and two streets later, I was within reaching distance of my target, it was inevitable I would succeed in my mission to get my opponent in this fierce snow fight.  Finally I released my bullet, the snow ball whizzed through the air at soaring speed.  Excitement rushed through my body as the snow ball was just about to hit Steve, suddenly Steve ducked down and the snow ball zoomed past him and hit Tyson.  Tyson, the school bully stood along the road with his puppets, who he called his friends.  As Tyson wiped the snow from his coat, the excitement in my body had turned into fear.  My mind and senses had froze, Tyson and his gang started to approach me and Steve, as we stood tight in our places as if we were statues waiting to be demolished.  Ten seconds later I and Steve were hanging in the air, as Tyson’s puppets had us on their shoulders.  We helplessly tried to escape, but were unsuccessful.  “Let’s take these two losers to old Mary’s haunted house,” commanded Tyson to his gang.  The word ‘haunted’ kept to recurring in my head.  Me and my unlucky pal Steve screamed for help as our doom came closer and closer.

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        Tyson and his gang ultimately got to the house, in which we would meet our end.  Steve and I pleaded with Tyson, but no he would not listen and, within a second we found ourselves on the floor of old Mary’s haunted house.  The laughs of Tyson and his friends became lower and lower as they walked away from the house, whilst Steve and I lay on the floor of this pitch black, abandoned school.  We both lay silently on the floor, as the squeaks of the rats, which were creeping around, tormented us.

        Suddenly the lights turned on.  “Who-whose ...

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