Apparently Amelia was grounded for sneaking out of the house before the big snowstorm hit the island. But here she was, walking down the street and heading toward the high school. She kept checking her phone, mostly for the time, but every so often she took a quick glance to see if any incoming messages were awaiting her attention.
As she got closer to the school, she could hear voices but couldn’t really place who with who until she got closer. She was wearing all black; being the majority of her wardrobe. Black fighter pilot hat on with the matching jacket to go with it, black jeans with knee high lace up boots to keep her feet warm, and a black scarf with fingerless gloves to allow her easy access to texting.
The adrenaline was already pumping through her system – and the war had yet to start!
Though, she could see one person hitting two and then one firing back in a way of revenge.
Her eyesight was a little on the poor side because her contacts were old and she didn’t feel like getting any of her pair of glasses broken. Boys know how to throw a mean snowball and she didn’t want to be the target for one of them when wearing something expensive.
“Hello fellow eskimos of the war for snowballin!” She shouted when getting in ear shot of the little group. One arm raising with her hand waving, kind of flailing, excited toward them all.
Well, she wasn’t late, like she thought she would be. Coming closer so she didn’t have to shout again, she asked, “Is it going to be a boy against girl fight? Or are we randomly massacring each other until one is standing?” Amelia didn’t care who answered as long as she got an answer.