Chapter 2 Open book--18

"Wow," Mike said. "It ' s snowing." I looked at the little cotton fluffs, were building up along the sidewalk and swirling erratically past my face.

Wow, Mike said, it snowed. I looked at the small cotton candy pile of snowflakes on both sides of the sidewalk, irregular rotation through my face.

"Ew." Snow. There went my good day.

EW is snowing, my good day is up.

Uh Snow My good day is gone.

He looked surprised. "Don ' t like snow?"

He looks surprised, don't you like snow?

"No." That's means it ' s too cold for rain. " Obviously.

Don't like it, it's too cold to rain, it's obvious.

"Not like that." This means that it is too cold to rain. ”

"Besides, I thought it is supposed to come, and the flakes-you know, each one is unique and all that. These just look like the ends of q-tips. "

In addition, I think the snow should be a piece of floating down-you know, every piece is unique, like cotton candy.

"Haven ' t you ever seen snow fall before?" he asked incredulously.

Haven't you seen snow before? He asked in astonishment.

"Sure I have." I paused. "On TV."

Of course I've seen it, I paused and I saw it on TV.

Mike laughed. And then a big, squishy ball of dripping snow smacked to the back of his head. We both turned to see where it came from.

Mike smiled, and then a big, slimy snowball smashed into the back of his head. We all see where the direction is coming from.

I had my suspicions about Eric, who is walking away, his back toward us-in the wrong direction for his next class.

I suspect Eric, who just walked away, turned his back on us and went to his next lesson in the wrong direction.

Mike appatently had the same notion.

Mike obviously had the same idea.

Mike laughed. Then, a huge, fluffy snowball smashed to the back of his head. We all went back to see who did it. I suspect Eric, who is turning his back on us--but not in the direction of his next class. Mike obviously thinks so, too.

Chapter 2 Open book--18