My turn.
Snow day.
Ah, that day. Let me try to recall. Yes, I remember now.
It was a friday, I think. I cannot remember much, nor do I want to.
It was a snow day, white as far as the eye can see.
The day before, one of the kids in our class had gone missing,
you know, the one with the missing brother.
That day me, Gavin and Charlie went out to the park, where the snow built up.
We started throwing snow balls as someone cried for help.
I let Gavin and Charlie stay there.
The person looked 15, if not older. He looked as if he had been frozen.
'My brother, he fell and broke his leg! Help him, please!'
I took a look at the boy, by god, It was Jimmy, the kid who went missing yesterday!
I attempted to pick him up, but failed. I called for the brother to help, but he had gone.
I looked back at the boy and, if I not mistaken,
I saw the brother, laid with a knife in his back, his face cold
and the blood dried as he was gently covered in snow.