Thursday, 6 December 2012

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5/12/12
It snowed today. Yey. Me and Sum were acting like we were in the game Call of Duty but with snowballs. We saw 'the terrorist' next to the goal post and formed a group to smash snowballs of him. Then we saw all the Year 11 lads were running down the hill and they were attacking them with snowballs. I got hit on the arse and the arm a couple of times. It was really muddy underneath the snow and I accidentally stood on it and it went through and all the muddy water went into my shoe. I was running around a lot and then Bag went to take one step and fell over. Sum got Jog like two times and threatened she'd get him after their drum lessons. But she didn't. All day I didn't get scrubbed or hit in the face. (scrubbed is were you rub snow in someone's face)
 
6/12/12
The snow is still there from yesterday. Sum brought her guitar in and these stupid Year 9 kids were pelting them off us. One hit her guitar case. She went mental. Then at dinner me and Sum were wondering outside because we had no one to fire at. Which then we saw the lads who play footie in the tennis courts. So we go in the door. They all look confused then start throwing more off us. They got Sum in a corner and Jog was telling them not to pick on 'the girl'. Whilst Ty had this massive piece of  ice and flung it right in my face then scrubbed.  It went in my ears and down my top. Not good. I got hit more this lunchtime because I think we were more in a proper battle. I got hit in the arse - numerous times. Twice in the head and the rest on legs and arms. Then other year 10's ran past the courts and we flung snowballs and it went through the net of the tennis courts and went everywhere so everyone was getting covered. Then Sum found an apple snowball and her brother got hurt so we went back in. In business I was soaking. I kept my warm jacket on all lesson and the supply didn't even know. Everyone was playing games. Dave was on a footie game and shouted "YES!!" really loud. He then covered it up by saying he's finally understood the work. The supply believed him!

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