Snowball Fight at Redhill Primary

The four friends were in their own little world. They had been playing with snowballs all day, and their snowball stash was building up nicely. That is, until a gang of bullies came along.

“Hey! You bitches! Who the fuck told you all that you could play in our fucking playground?”

The bullies were the usual group of boys that bullied the girls, led by Arif and his two lackeys, Ayaan and Abas. The girls, who were all good friends since Kindergarten, looked up to see the gang standing over them menacingly.

“Fucking dykes! You think you can just do whatever the fuck you want? No one wants to be friends with you!”

Mim and her pals got up from their spot on the ground and faced down their bullies. They stood shoulder to shoulder with each other. Mim was the ringleader of their group. She was the only one brave enough to face down Arif and his buddies. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail so that she could fight better, and jutting out of her mouth was an unlit cigarette. She wore a black hoodie and a pair of ripped jeans that had seen better days. Mim wasn’t even supposed to have cigarettes; she had stolen them from her father’s collection when he wasn’t looking.

“What the fuck did you say to me? I know what your fucking problem is with us! You wish it was you fucking smoking cigarettes instead of us! Fuck off back to your mum’s house before I stuff these cigarettes up your fucking assholes!” She shouted at them, whipping out a cigarette as she finished speaking.

Arif stepped forward and growled at Mim, “You think you can scare us with your fucking threats? Well let me tell you something: this is our playground, not yours! So why don’t we just settle this with a nice game of football?”

Mim scoffed at him, “I don’t know where you get off calling it football when all you do is kick around a bunch of plastic bags filled with air. But go right ahead; let’s see how you lot do on our home turf! We might make it even easier for you by giving each team five balls instead of just one! And while we consider ourselves pretty good players here at Redhill Primary School B6-1, I think we can beat even the likes of your sorry asses - after all, we are more than capable of beating up third graders! That should give you some sort of advantage rather than putting us at a disadvantage!”

Arif considered this for a few moments before turning around to face his friends again. He looked back at them and offered a smug smile, “Okay then… You asked for this bitches, but remember this isn’t our playground anymore; it's now OURS! So why don't we play for it? The winners get to stay here forever, but if you lose… well… let's just say that we won't be letting any piece of garbage like you losers stay in our school anymore! Oh yeah… And maybe we'll even build a fucking wall! Sound good? You like that idea? Well I sure as hell think it's brilliant! So what do ya say? Are ya ready for round two bitches!? Because round two begins now!”

The girls thought about this for a moment before they nodded in agreement. After all they didn't really have anything else going on today so they figured why not? Why not indeed... This would be fun indeed... But first… They needed more ammo…