Waqaas Qureshi 20147

The Snow

   Liv’s blonde hair bounced as she prepared to throw a small cotton like snow ball at Sachin. Suddenly, Laura threw a large, oddly shaped snowball at the back of Liv’s head. She collapsed with pain like a puppet with clipped strings. Sachin-a short, fat boy-shrieked and scuttled off to find help. As he thought Liv had been seriously injured.

   However, within moments of Sachin being gone, Liv jumped up, and to Laura’s surprise she was perfectly fine. But’ after several minutes Sachin Had not returned and help was only a few moments away. Liv and Laura became increasingly worried about Sachin, and were wondering what might have happened to him.

“Do you think Sachin is alright?” Liv said nervously, whilst trying to look beyond the fir trees. The snow had increased and it was becoming even more impossible to see further than few feet in front of your face. Liv was wishing she never had played that cruel joke on Sachin as if she hadn’t; he would be there safe and sound, not searching for help in the cold and snowy weather.

   Twenty minutes had gone by when Liv and Laura had decided to go and look for Sachin. Walking in the knee high snow was not easy and Laura was getting increasingly tired with every foot step she made.

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She said to Liv, “Can we have a two minute break? My legs are aching!”

“We’ve only been walking a short time. Just stop moaning! We need to find Sachin! Stop being so selfish all you ever think about is yourself and not others, you’re so self-centered!” Exclaimed Liv.

They carried on, scouring the snow covered ground looking for any sign of Sachin, foot steps maybe or some clothing. Suddenly, Laura noticed Sachin’s fluffy hat that he had been wearing the last time he was seen. It was just lying there at the top of a very steep and snowy ...

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