I walked out of the school, frowning. Geronimo and Thea scampered up to me.
"What's wrong?" Geronimo asked. "You were laughing a moment ago."
"I know," I said. "I stopped laughing when Punk Rat said I would rue this day."
"Why would he say that?" Thea asked. "I ruined this Play and pretty much every Play that came before this one," I answered.
"Yeah, that Peter Pan Play," Thea said. She and Geronimo tried to hide a smirk. A snowball flew and struck Geronimo.
He turned around. Punk Rat was tapping his foot on the ground.
"That was not funny," He said. "It was embarrassing."
"Right," Thea said sarcastically. Punk Rat frowned.
"You know," Geronimo said, wiping the snow off his face. "When Punk Rat says rue, we rue the day we make him say rue."
"Yeah," I said. "Remember when I accidently ripped half of his clothe off in the Peter Pan Play? I ended up hanging from the flag pole."
"That's harsh," Geronimo said.
"I know," I said. "And embarrassing."
Bugsy scampered up to me.
"All of St. Nick's elves have learned to throw like a pro," She said.
"Great," I said. "Can you show me?"
"Yeah," Bugsy said.
She took a snowball and aimed for a Santa-Biter. It was the girl who led them to Snow Monster High. Her name was Tasha.
Bugsy threw. It hit Tasha directly in the face.
She grumbled and brushed the snow off.
Isaac came. "Benjamin, I need to show you something," He said.
"OK," I said.
I scampered off with him.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"You'll see," He said. We stopped. "Take a good look at that," Isaac said. I gasped.
A large group of Frost-Biters were attacking some Santa-believers with snowballs. The Frost-Biters were not from Punk Rat's group, but just as mean.
"What?" I gasped.
"This is how things have been going nowadays," Isaac said. "Anyone who believes in Santa are bullied by Frost-Biters."
"This is wrong," I said. A snowball landed in our direction. We looked up. Punk Rat and three other Santa-Biters stared down at us. "Santa-believers!" One yelled. "Santa-believers!"
"We have to go," Isaac said. We started running. I looked back. Punk Rat and the Santa-Biters were chasing after us. They were on sleds of all kinds. Punk Rat was on a bobsled.
"Go, go, go!" Isaac squeaked. Snowballs were hurled at us.
We dove into a small hole. Punk Rat skidded past the hole. We ran out of the hole. Punk Rat had two snowballs in his hand. He threw them.
It hit me in the chest. "That's it," I said. I scooped a snowball off the ground. I threw them. It hit Punk Rat in the face. He fell off the bobsled. He tumbled down a hill and crashed into a tree.
Me and Isaac did a high-five. We ran all the way back to St. Nick's Lobby.
We made it," I said. "Where were you?" Bratfur asked. "Punk Rat," I gasped for air. "He ambushed us with snowballs."
"All Frost-Biters have been doing that," Bratfur moaned. "What are we going to do about it?" Liza asked.
"I don't know," I sighed.