by Sarah Flora

Created on: August 27, 2009

The Snowball Fight

"It's a blustery, COLD, COLD day out there guys and gals. So wrap up tight when you head out to play. There will be no school today!", the announcer exclaimed over the radio, as Misty's alarm went off. It was 6am on a Tuesday morning. It had snowed almost 4 feet, overnight. It was still windy and blowing snow showers, in the little town outside of Roanoke, Virginia, where she lived.

Misty jumped out of her bed and ran to her brother, Kevin's room to tell him the news. Kevin, being two and a half years younger than Misty, never used an alarm clock.
"Kevin, Kevin, WAKE UP! Get up, look outside at all the snow", hollered Misty. Kevin jumped up with excitement, ran to the window and began to yell, "Oh wow, Sissy, we can build a fort and have a snowball fight".
Misty and Kevin's mother, Lily, was in the kitchen cooking some sausage gravy and biscuits with scrambled eggs, for breakfast.
Lily had received a call early that morning from the owner of the diner she worked at, that they would be closed for the day due to the weather." Nobody in their right mind would go out into this mess anyways", Lily thought to herself. "I deserve a break and some time with my kids".
Lily yelled to Misty and Kevin, "Kids, let's have breakfast, then bundle up and go outside to play in all that snow".
"Great mom, that would be awesome", Misty replied.
Kevin, jumping up and down with excitement, hollered, "Yeah!, Yeah! Let's go!"
"Not until you eat first, Kevin", Lily told him.
As they ate, Kevin said, "This is the perfect winter morning breakfast. That's what dad would have said".
"Yep", Lily and Misty said in unison.
Ken, Misty and Kevin's father had passed away a few years ago in a trucking accident. He was brought up often in conversation, when they all would eat together. Ken had driven an eighteen-wheeler truck for years. They didn't get to see him much, but, they always had meals together when Ken did come home.
Breakfast was done, so the three got on their snowsuits, snow boots, gloves and scarves, and headed out to brave the cold and wind.
The snow was up to their waists as they dug their way into the front yard.
"Thank God for a porch roof, we would have never gotten the door opened", said Misty.
"You are right on that", agreed Lily.
They lived on a dead end street, with only six other homes around them. Everyone in the neighborhood were acquaintances, however, they never socialized.
Lily, of course, knew everyone from the diner and spoke with all of the neighbors, from

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