Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Journal #2

You start Preparing the snowball. You look over at your two besst friends as they prpare theres as well. The roads are icy and the snow is still falling asit gets darker. This car is going slow. A perfect target. Slowly slowlt coming down the road. You throw the snowball but you miss. Right after you, your friends throw their  snow balls. One misses but the other hits the back of the car. The car stops and a man gets out. Who is this man? He yells out come and confess. He was furious. He starts walking to where you are hidden. You run to the only place you know you have security: your house. You hide in the closed in back porch bathroom with your friends. Safe. You hear a knock at the door. Your mom answers after a minute.You dont know what to do. Come out? Admit to the crime? Then your dad comes out. You listen. The man is a police officer. You have to go. You come out from behind the closed door sobbing. You tell the officer you were having a snowball fight and one accidently hit the car. The officer does not believe you. You cry and say you are sorry and were scared. Your mother holds you and gives you support. Your mother tells the officer that she will take care of the situation. After pounding you with more questions he finally leaves and goes back to his car. You do not go back in the snow at night anymore that year. You feel like you have done the worst thing of your life.

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