Short Story

Snow Ball Fight


One winter day I came home from school and my little brother beat me home. He asked me if I wanted to go hangout outside and I said yes just like any other nice older brother would do. We went outside and tried to make a snowman but it didn't turn out so well. I then came up with a game where he would run around and try not to get hit by me who is trying to slam  down with snowballs.

     

      The game started and right away I pelt him with one right in the back as he starts to run away. The game was perfectly fine until the part where I hit him in the face. I knew it would happen and as I threw it i was already thinking in my head that it was a perfect shot to the head. It all started where he was running about 20 feet away from me back and forth. And as he started running I threw it so that he would run right into it. I was focused on hitting him as I let go of the ball it was way off but the white, sparkly, icy snowball curved about 2 feet because of the heavy wind and as it curved I closed my eyes in shock as I listen to his screaming and crying. He lay on the ground in the pain. I am so confused on what happened and I totally forgot what would happen to my little my brother because I was just standing there still trying to figure out on what just happened. I then realize he is hurt and rush over there and get him inside and get him all fixed up. he was then done for the day and didn't go back outside.

     It was a bad thing that happened but it was also very funny at the same time. It was just a wild shot and a lucky one for me but not for my little brother. My best throw of year just happened!

Ernest Hemingway Response