It was a frigid winter morning, I woke up as usual with my hair high and shakin’. Then I realized I didn’t have school because the meteorologist said it was supposed to snow today.
When I remembered, I scurried to the living room to see how it looked outside, so I peeked out the window and it was an icy wonderland. Ice sickles hanging from the roof, ice covering the cement, and about a couple inches of snow in the driveway.Where I’m from that’s a big deal.
So when everybody was awake, I got some warm clothes on and went outside. I decided to make a snowman by myself, but you know how when you make a snowman, it’s body parts are in a sphere shape. When I made it’s body parts, they were more in a cubic shape. Soon after I finished, I went in my house to get some stuff to put on my snowman. I heard a sound that surprised me. It sounded like, “PHOOP,” I heard it again so I went outside to see what was happening. It was my dad throwing snowballs at the snowman, and managed to get the head knocked off. I shouted, “Headless Snowman,” and that seemed to get his attention right away.
“It’s on!” I said with anger in my voice. We must’ve thought of the same thing because we started throwing a cluster of snowballs at each other. Jump, duck, jump, duck I thought as I dodged the snowballs.
I guess we must have gotten tired, so we just made up. I am a little surprised he did that but I can always make a snowman next year.