Am I even allowed to publish a story? Let's find out-
She'd fought countless bad guys, trained for literal years, even escaped a crocodile - and 23-year-old Amy Cahill got taken out by a patch of ice.
The twelve-pack of Mountain Dew busted open on the patio. Biscuit rolls dropped and popped. Mac and cheese boxes went flying and showered down around her as her back hit concrete. For a second, she couldn't breathe, and gaped up at the overcast sky in shock. From the second floor of the Cahill mansion, laughter pierced the frigid air.
"Should I place an order with Life Alert?"
Amy wheezed and finally gathered the energy to sit up. Melting ice seeped through the bottom of her jeans and clung to her hair. She could already feel the soreness of her muscles set in, yet nothing quite annoyed her like Dan's obnoxious cackling. With a groan, she slowly got to her feet and recovered their weekly groceries before entering their home.
Dan's heavy footsteps reverberated from the staircase as he rushed down to the main floor, grinning from ear to ear. "I've seen you kick major ass, but you're still the world's biggest klutz."
"Shut up, loser - you're lucky I even bought food in this weather," Amy muttered. She emptied the grocery bags (reusable, of course) and started putting things away. "This winter storm might turn into a blizzard."
Dan rolled his eyes and stole a package of Oreos once his sister had her back turned. "Those weather guys on TV are wrong 98% of the time," he retorted, stuffing the cookies in his pants pocket. "I guarantee we'll get 3 inches, tops."
"Since when did you become a meteorologist?"
"I'll bet you TEN whole dollars that this storm's gonna come and go before you even notice," Dan challenged smugly. "It's been too warm lately to randomly blizzard like that."
[Narrator: It's a good thing Dan was not, in fact, a meteorologist. No one would have expected how drastically things were about to change.]