3Insanity
The look in his eyes as he held the snowball in his glove-covered hand really frightened me. It made no sense, really. Blue eyes shouldn't look crazed and demonic- it was only a snowball fight. A few escaped blond bangs whipped from the dumb-looking hat with the pom-pom on top of it- that mother knit for him- as he raced a few steps toward me. Like I said, the look confused and frightened me- it was only a snowball fight. He shouted something and hurled the sphere of white, frozen water at me, and as it grew larger to me- it was getting closer, I mean- I shrieked in pure terror and tried to duck.
It hit me. I couldn't believe his aim. Right on my forehead. I screamed something about it being unfair and chucked a lopsided hunk of snow at him. It landed at his feet. He snickered. I was still sitting upon the snowbank at the bottom of the hill in my front yard- snow dribbled down my face from the shot he had made. I slumped over and pouted toward the slightly brown snow.
I was about to reach for the pathetic excuse for a white flag I had made (a few Popsicle sticks taped together with a white piece of paper attached to the top) when another snowball hit me in the back of the head. I choked another high-pitched cry and pretended to pass out. I think I accidentally-on-purpose lodged my face into the snow, because it took me a few seconds to be able to breathe again. He came over and nudged me a bit with his foot.
"You scream like a girl." He stated smugly, "And you fight like one too."
A muffled growl emitted from the snow and I sat up to glare at him. "I am a girl, you idiot." I hissed at him and chucked a small ice ball at his arm. I missed. He was right. I was really bad at this. I flopped over into the snow again.
"Is that all you've got?" He laughed.
"Mm-hmm." I replied, half-dead in spirit and in mind.
He smiled rather warmly, despite the near-zero temperature and held his hand out to help me up. I blinked at him blankly, expressionless and void of anything happy or cheerful. He had won. I gripped my poorly made flag and shoved it into his hand, standing up.
"Me-ow," he smirked, "Don't be so angry over this. You knew I'd win in the first place."
I sighed and picked up a handful of loose snow. I turned from him and started up the hill. He followed me- I knew he would- and when we reached the door to our house I turned around. He glanced at the snow in my hand.
"You want it?"
"N-" He started. I shoved the snow into his confused expression. "- o," was what he finished with. "Mom!" He shouted into the house.
"You whine like a girl." I smirked.