Snow
It was the first true snow fall of the season. (Those first little flurries that didn't stick don't count.) All of Dalton's grounds were completely covered in white and even though it was only eight in the morning, boys were already scattered around, sledding, building snowmen, and having epic snowball fights.
Spencer ran out, completely ready to join in on the fun. It was Merril who was slacking behind, pulling on her coat and grumbling about how it was entirely too early for all this.
"Come on, Merril!" Spencer shouted, already outside and bundling snow in his arms.
Merril leaned against the door way of Hanover, sighing. "Do we have to?"
"Yes!" Spencer answered but before Merril could respond he hurled a hastily made snowball in her direction.
"Hey!" she squeaked when it just barely missed her, flying into the house instead.
Spencer quickly made another, throwing with more precision. But Merril was expecting it this time and was able to dodge out the way.
She laughed, "Come on, is that the best you can do?"
Spencer glared playfully, scooping up more snow and beginning a battle of a trying to hit Merril with snowball after snowball. She was quick though, and countless snowballs later, none had managed to hit her. Most of them ended up in Hanover house.
Just as Spencer laughed, about to admit his defeat, Justin's voice called out from inside.
"What the hell is all this!"
Spencer and Merril were running, already out of sight before he could catch them.