ZIRA 

What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I yelling at him? I thought as I watched Isaiah step back. 

He wasn’t shocked by my shouting at all. Instead, he smiled and looked behind him. That made me more irritated that he wasn’t listening. Again. So, I turned to see who was so important, and a snowball slammed into my face. The pillowy cold ball caught me by surprise. I didn’t know how to respond.  

I wiped the melting ice from my face, about to yell at the person who assaulted me, when I realized I was surrounded. Shit! They probably heard everything. Then I noticed the scene...