Snow Day Shenanagins

We had a snow day. A goddamn snow day, bitches!
We never get snow down here in rainy old Portsmouth- only about once a year, for one day, does it snow- and it mostly doesn't settle. But this time it was great. Everyone was damn excited on Thursday, as the weather calmly predicted 'Heavy Snow and temperatures of -2 Degrees'.
We hoped school would be closed, as here in Britain we're shite at dealing with snow, but unfortunately  as confirmed by an email and an update on the school website that evening, school was open as ever.
The next day I woke up, hoping that shit had went down in the night and it would be all snowy. Nope. There wasnt't any snow... until around 7:30AM, when it did begin to snow. Lightly at first... then heavier. By the time I left for school at 8:15 there was a modest layer of snow settled on the ground. Fuck yea!
Sooo... get to school and its clear (to me at least) that this establishment will not be open al lhours to day. Not a bloody chance.
So, first lesson we do nothing cause we are just staring out the window... second period is PE, i forgot my kit so just chatted all lesson. This takes us to first break, and My Friends and I were pissed at being kept in school. We asked our buddy, the head girl, to use her head girl leverage or whatever to get us released. She sought out Mr. Marande, one of the senior teachers, and get him to let us go or... something.
She came back. 'I know something I'm not supposed to,' She grinned, 'Right, shhhh, don't tell anyone: We're being sent home in period 3.' There was a unanimous cheer.
We were let go in period three as was said. Our group of friends essentially split into two; the girls and the boys. Us lads went between each others houses, ending up at the furthest from school; at Ollie's house.
The girls arrived a little later and we headed to the nearby park, where we got into a fun snowball fight with about 5 random kids our age. There were about 15 of us so we kicked their asses, then they came back with a bunch of really, really, really chavvy 12 year-olds.
Needless to say these tiny twonks were rude as heck. The 15 year olds left, I dunno where they went, but that's when shit went down. Some of our friends, some of the girls, didn't want to be in the snowball fight so they just sat at the back out of the way, but the kids were throwing snowballs and slurs at them anyway. They were on the other side of a fence that was just above our waist height, eventually it gets worse and worse, these kids yelling swears at us like there was no tomorrow, there were n-words and c-words aplenty. So we crossed the fence, and we mostly stopped throwing them at them, but they were still throwing them, point blanc, at us. At this point a few of us left. These kids were absolute bumheads, and one- lets call him Boston, because that's his name- was getting roper lairy. Someone said something about his mum, or some other juvenile insult, but he'd got quite pissed.
Bloody kid came up to my friend George, and like squared up to him, and we all creased up, because he was only half of Georges height, and George was just grinning. One of my friends Lewis was kind of egging him on a bit, but things were still perfectly under control. So we turn to leave, and Boston runs up and pushed Lewis to the floor.
At this point Ollie flips this fuck out. He screams at this tiny prick, lifts him up and floored him, then booted him in the stomach, followed by another boot in the stomach from Lewis. These kids were quite shocked at this, it was pretty funny- He had it coming.
So we left the park and went back to Ollie's. A few minutes later a few more of us got back... but there were two of us still unaccounted for. We were all a little worried, so I called the two up, and some serious shit went down, and the police were involved or something. So me, Ollie, Lewis, and Ollie's Dad made our merry way back down the road to the park, where we came upon a Police car and an Ambulance. We had a quick chat with the Policeman, he was very helpful and all, and basically what had happened was Boston's crazy Grandmother had come along and called The Po Po. The Police guy told us it was daft and they shouldn't have been called, and bam, the exciting malarky was over. Then we went to the shop, and it wasn't open so we had to go to the co-op instead, and it was more expensive there.
But I brought:
16 Jammie Dodgers,
Haribo Starmix
Bassetts Jelly Babies,
Drumstick Gummies,
Double Decker,
and something else but I forgot.

The End.