The
Perfect Snow Day
Chapter 1
It was a perfect day for the best snowball fight ever in
the history of the world. I put my hands in the air and ran out into the soft
blanket of snow. “Weee!” I shouted as I threw myself into the cold, white snow.
The first thing that my family (Except mom because she was too cold) did was
get into a snowball fight. I threw a snowball at dad, who dodged the ball. He
had a snowball ready in his hands and he saw his chance. He threw his snowball
right at my face, while I, trying to throw a snowball at Ollie, didn’t see the
icy ball that dad was holding the whole time. “Nice job, dad. But I’m going to
clobber you!” I yelled at him. I saw another snowball he was holding out of the
corner of my eye. I quickly mad a snowball and chucked it at the one dad was
holding. It caught him in complete shock. “How did you see that coming, MJ?” my
dad asked me as I quickly made another snowball and chucked it at Eliot, who was
5, and he started to whine loudly. “Oh, get over it Eliot!” I said as I was
packing another snowball. Dad got me back. He hit me right in my arm. “Haha!
Revenge!” he said, aiming for
my butt this time.
“No way are you going to do that!” I yelled as I chucked a ball at him.
Chapter
2
Soon, it was time for sledding. This was the best time for
sledding. “So, dad, I know that we have to do something before we get the sled.
We have to make a path so it doesn’t go crazy!” I said to dad as he was about
to get the sled. He went to get the sled, then made a path. I went first.
“Weeee! Woah! Omigosh! This is so fun!” I yelled as I flew out of the path and
landed face first. That was amazing! I thought. “Dad, I’m ready!” I yelled up
the hill. A figure came and took the sled and me up the hill and back to the
starting place of where I first took off. “You’re a hyperactive machine!” I
said to Eliot. He was jumping up and down. Suddenly mom came out of the house
to take pictures of us as we sled down and either fell off or the sled slid out
from under us. “Say cheese!” mom said, snapping pictures of us as fast as she
could. “Wee!” Eliot yelled as his sled down. Ollie went next. “Woah! Wee!
Awesome!” he yelled as he went down into the big field with the Christmas
trees.
Chapter
3
“Dad, why do we have Christmas trees when we don’t even
celebrate Christmas?” I asked Dad as we went to get the sled and Ollie. “I was
thinking that we could sell them and make lots of money!” he replied. Yeah
right! I thought. We need more money?! Dad makes at least 1,000$ every day! He
still wouldn’t get me an IPhone… When we finished sledding, Mom asked us if we
wanted to go inside. “Nope!” chorused me, dad, Eliot, and Ollie. We went to get
shovels to make some snow forts. “Ummmmm, these probably won’t hold up!” Eliot
quavered. I think my brother worries too much.
Eliot was 4, but he should learn to put aside his fears. I never
expected him to be so scared! Sometimes, I think my brother is trying to trick
us. “So, what are we going to do next?” Ollie asked excitedly as we tromped up
the hill and put away the shovels. “There’s not much left to do, kiddo.” Dad
replied sadly. I chucked another snowball at him. “Think again!” I replied to
dads comment. (That was really not true!) I believe that the rest of the time,
he was happy I suggested that we could do a rematch snowball fight because I
think I won the last match that we had. We played in the white snow like two
little puppies in a wrestling match. “This is so fun! I’ve never had this fun
in my life!” Eliot cheered as he threw an icy ball at dad.
Chapter
4
Of course, since he was only 4, his throw went up into the
sky and fell down on his head. Eliot fell down into the snow. He was barely
visible, since the snow was about 5 feet, and he was 3. We continued to play as
happily as a cute little bear cubs. I loved the snow. It was like an angel that
was transformed into the white snow. I think the snow was like the color of the
snow and it felt like the dress was covering the whole universe, signing no
trace of its hands, feet, head, and crown. I threw a snowball at the office,
where, usually, we played on the computer. Mom was doing important work on the
laws because she was a police commissioner. She shook her fist at us. She was
typing stuff like “Don’t drink and drive, or you’ll die. It’s very important!”
I think it’s boring.
Chapter
5
We were still playing when mom told us to come in. “But
it’s only 1:00 p.m.!” I protested. We had gone out at 11:00 a.m. We have been
out for 2 hours. Personally, I think that we should stay out until 9:00.
“You’ve been out for two hours. Isn’t that enough?” Mom asked. “NO!” I said.
She looked surprised. “MARGOT! I WANT TO
GO INSIDE NOW! I DON’T CARE IF YOU WANT TO STAY OUT IN THE COLD, BUT I’M GOING
IN! YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO BE NICE! I WANT TO GO INSIDE, AND YOU NEED TO COME
WITH ME! YOU’RE THE MEANEST KID IN THE WORLD! YOU’RE GOING TO FREEZE TO DEATH!
YOU NEED TO COME INSIDE!” Eliot yelled. I looked surprised. Eliot never yells.
NEVER. “El, calm down!” I mumbled. “NO! YOU KNOW WHAT? I’M GOING TO YELL FOR A
LONG TIME UNTIL YOU GET INSIDE” he screamed. There is no (and I really mean NO)
way he will calm down after she yelled for about a minute. “Eliot! Calm down
now. I’ll go in, but stay calm!” Sadly, when I went in, mom told me that I
would stay in here. I thought that was really unfair. Why? I thought as I was
kept in the house, drinking hot cocoa.
