A blond girl with pale skin, designer clothes and a cup of hot chocolate sat, looking at the two and a half feet of snow piling up outside her house, sadly. Her name was Kelly C. Jones, otherwise known as the state of New York. She sighed, put on a pink ski jacket and gloves, picked up a shovel and went outside to shovel her snow.
It took about an hour, but she did manage to clear her driveway pretty well. It was small, unlike her last house's driveway. She had recently moved to this new neighborhood, and didn't have much of a chance to get settled, so this blizzard really wasn't helping her.
A snow plow came down her street, clearing snow out of the road. She was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she noticed the scene before her. Her neighbor's car was parked directly across the street from her driveway! This would force the snowplow to turn rapidly to the other side of the street, therefore piling snow onto the driveway that she had just finished shoveling!
Before she could stop the snowplow, her predictions were correct. Another five feet of snow blocked her driveway.
She composed herself and went back out to shovel the snow.
After another hour of shoveling, Kelly went back inside to relax when she noticed her neighbor from across the street using a snowblower on part of the sidewalk. Kelly had never seen them before, but couldn't make out what they looked like through the blowing snow. Clearing the sidewalk would have been all fine and dandy if it hadn't blown snow all over Kelly's newly shoveled driveway again!
Kelly tried to hide her anger and went back out to shovel the snow.
That night, Kelly's father came to visit her. He parked his car on the side of the street because her driveway was small. It had started snowing again, but it would only pile up to be about two or three inches. Being New York made you know winter weather.
Anyway, later that night, Kelly and her father were laughing about a joke about her uncle Arthur when the doorbell rang. Kelly's father looked at the door and said, "I wonder who'd come bother us at a time like this? Oh well, go get it!"
Kelly answered her door to see a tanned girl with long brown hair and short sleeves standing there.
"Can I help you?"
"Yeah, you can! What's with the car parked in the street?! It's gonna force some snow onto my driveway when the plow comes!"
Then it came to Kelly. This was her neighbor.
Kelly let all her pent up fury from earlier that day explode out of her.
"You know what?! You did the same thing to me earlier! And not to mention, it's only going to snow a couple of inches, so there isn't going to be a snow plow! And the car is my father's car! Who are you, anyway?!"
"Well you know what, you bitch?! I'm Miranda A. Jones, otherwise known as Florida! I already know who you are, so listen here Ice Queen!"
"Why don't you cool your temper, or your temperature while you're at it!"
Alfred F. Jones watched the whole thing unfold from inside. He smiled. Two of his favorite daughters in a cat fight really warmed this guy's heart. Well, that and the hot chocolate he was drinking...
Hey guys. This was just meant to be a funny little one shot because I'm in the middle of a massive blizzard here in New York. I have a bunch of jerk neighbors across the street who always do what Florida does to New York, so this is partially based off my life. Hope you liked this!