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I think I was in 8th grade and everyone else was home. It was only our school that was open and there was hardly anyone there. Anyways we all started to have snowball fights until we were tired and decided to go home but then the bus wasn't working or something because of the snow. So we had to walk home which was really really far (1 hour of walking or more). Anyways there were people with cars passing and we decided to start throwing snow at the cars going past us. We were in a street and it was quiet because of the snow. So we threw snow balls at cars and one guy in the car got out and ran after us. We all screamed and ran back to school but by now it was icy so we kept on dropping because of the ice. We were scared and were screaming and I think one of my friends cried because he was so scared and so we were laughing at the same time. Then we realized that someone else was laughing and it turned out that it was the guy from the car laughing at us. He didn't want to scare us but rather was just joking and seeing us drop and scream must of been real funny for him. Later that day we killed him and hid his body in the gutter.



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