Chapter Twelve: Foolish Little Brats:

Watching idiots thrashing around in the snow. There’s going to be another war coming. Didn’t this happen last year? It happened every year. What was the point of stopping it? Some of the students and staff stopped caring at this point. Let the idiots be.

However, the war might be getting closer.

It started with one snowball.

Wham!

Brooke and Katie were eating lunch in the Main Hall’s dining hall. The Finnish girl looked up with a gasp.

“What the?!” she shouted. Brooke threw back her head and groaned.

“Don’t mind them,” she said. “It’s just those idiots again.” Katie sat there for a second, blinking.

“Oh,” she said.

Wham!

Katie looked out the window. “How long are they going to keep doing that?”

“Who knows?” Brooke asked.

“Oh,” her friend said. The girls watched some of the soldiers thrashing around in the snow. It looked like a bunch of penguins piling on top of each other.

“Why do they do that?” Katie asked. Brooke shook her head.

“Don’t know. And frankly, I don’t care.”

The Finnish girl raised her eyebrow. “You don’t want to join?”

“Nah.”

“Why not?”

The American girl shrugged and shook her head. “Too much of a hassle.”

“Ah.”

The girls turned back to the window and watched the small armies thrashing around in the snow. It was only going to get worse.