I poke my head out from under my quilt and look outside my bedroom window. Snow covers my world like a blanket. “No school today” yells my little sister excitedly. She tries to pull my quilt off me but I hold onto it tightly knowing it is protecting me from the icy chill surrounding our house. Pulling like a terrier not letting go of its bone, this time she succeeds. She throws my coat, hat and scarf onto my bed and shouts “you’re coming with me”. I can’t refuse her this time and I lower my feet to the floor. I grab my trackies and fleece, coat, hat and scarf and rush after my eager little snow loving sister.
Isabelle
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Jacob's snow day:As we got ready for bed the house buzzed with excitement. Mostly of what challenges we would face at the fun, sometimes freaky, Kidzone. As we slowly got into our cosy beds we thought about the activities we would do tomorrow. As we slowly drifted off to sleep we were so unaware of what we were going to wake up to.
“Wow,” as I looked out the frosty window my heart rose with both delight and sadness. “Snow day,” somebody yelled as we all looked through the large window. With layers of socks on our hands, we all scrambled out the sliding door into the cold white snow. “Oh no!!” my brother yelled as he remembered what was supposed to happen today. Slowly we all caught on. “No Kidzone for us then,” I said as I looked at the half submerged car tyres.
Then it happened, slowly the next door neighbours came out of their house.
“Snowball fight!!” screamed the boy. “You vs us.” Suddenly something happened that I didn’t like. My dad and uncle slowly walked over to us. World War Three began as I threw a snowball at my dad and it caught him flush in the chest. Snowballs were flying like machine gun bullets around my head. I wasn’t sure if I was going to get out of this alive.
“Wow,” as I looked out the frosty window my heart rose with both delight and sadness. “Snow day,” somebody yelled as we all looked through the large window. With layers of socks on our hands, we all scrambled out the sliding door into the cold white snow. “Oh no!!” my brother yelled as he remembered what was supposed to happen today. Slowly we all caught on. “No Kidzone for us then,” I said as I looked at the half submerged car tyres.
Then it happened, slowly the next door neighbours came out of their house.
“Snowball fight!!” screamed the boy. “You vs us.” Suddenly something happened that I didn’t like. My dad and uncle slowly walked over to us. World War Three began as I threw a snowball at my dad and it caught him flush in the chest. Snowballs were flying like machine gun bullets around my head. I wasn’t sure if I was going to get out of this alive.