Snow Globe

[Emma McDougall]

Snow was pretty. A simple thought but a true one all the same. Staring up at the snow falling down she smiled singing softly along to Shawn Mendes singing "Stitches" her nose tingling as snowflakes melted. The sun went down so early now leaving the purple sky as her background, but that suited her just fine. The light from the school was enough for her and laying there in the snow she felt like she was in a giant snow globe. Most of the students were safely inside the warmth of the building by now even though it wasn't even past seven.

Her back was soaked from the melted snow, but again she didn't mind. Today had been a good day. No sticking, to anything! Still smiling she spread out her arms swishing them again to freshen up her snow angel wings. Her fiery hair spread out from her the snow dampening it darker than usual. Emma imagined she looked like her head was bleeding, but she liked to think she looked like an angel aflame with holy fire. Perhaps her mother's bedtime stories still left an impression on her after all.

Closing her eyes she focused on the feeling of the flakes melting and the sweet, sweet voice of Shawn. If he'd ever look at a girl like her she'd marry him in a minute just to have him sing to her. Sure she thought that about a lot of singers, but not many were so close to her age. Or so cute. "Just like a moth drawn to a flame. Oh you lured me in I couldn't sense the pain." How true those words rang out from her mouth a little louder since she felt so alone in her snow globe. It wasn't a horrible voice not confident at all, but far from ear drum damaging. Snow was magical she'd missed having magic in her life. Tears threatened but she focused on the song instead hands fisting in the snow.

[Jack McCarthy]

If one was so inclined to gaze into this  lovely and very scenic view of a snow covered Bellefonte Academy. There’s a veritable panoramic smorgasbord of sights you might behold. The beautiful flowers...the world covered in snow like the earth was settled into a pure white blanket being put to bed for the string and just the general glory and majesty of the wonder that is the natural world….



...and of course, Jack Mccarthy on his hands and knees his head neck deep into a large bucket of what apparently is ice cold water.



Right in the centre of the courtyard utterly destroying the beautiful scenery like a wonderful sunset blocked by a billboard advertising a porn site lay Jack with his limbs and legs twitching and writhing around on the pavement as he struggled to maintain control of the last of the air in his lungs,Getting a lot of weird looks in the process; from various students doing their best to ignore his gurgling


Eventually, after a few seconds, Jack’s head emerged from the bucket his face and hair utterly sopping wet gasping and taking several deep breaths gulping down oxygen greedily before checking his phone and tutted when he saw on the screen


“Two more minutes” He gasped before his head goes right back into the bucket oblivious to anyone around him

[Emma McDougall]

Once the song ended she opened her eyes gazing back up at the beautiful evening sky. It wasn't like they didn't have snow back home in Kansas. But the level of snow here in Montana was a completely different ball field. Ball game? Something to do with balls. Plus with the mountains, and the trees. Not just empty corn field after empty corn field. She loved the contours of nature here compared to flat old Kansas.

In-between songs she heard some rather loud gasping which caught her attention. Lifting her head she looked around noticing a few onlookers in the middle of the yard. Not entirely sure what they were looking at she sat up. Was that a bucket? Was someone kneeling by the bucket? What on earth?

Usually not the person to drift toward crowds she couldn't ignore the surge of curiosity this time. Dusting off the snow she paused to look down at her angel with a smile. A little sad that she was leaving it she narrowed her eyes then kicked snow into it. Emma turned and started toward the individual and the bucket.

The boy, yep a boy, was dunked his head back into the bucket. Eyes wide she yanked out her phone to check the weather. It was not even in the teens! That guy was going to make himself sick doing that! Or freeze himself to the bucket. Since no one else seemed to care she ran over. Normally she didn't touch people. Normally she didn't interfere with people. But-"Excuse me, excuse me but please stop. You're gonna get sick doing that. Please, excuse me." Emma bent over reaching out to tug on the boy's coat.

[Jack McCarthy]

Emma might very well wonder what on earth would possess someone to spend their time dunking their head in a bucket of water on an ungodly cold afternoon. There was a saying where Jack came from “Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out when the frost starts to bite” and with his ever so distinctive Irish brogue, he was certainly no Englishman so that leaves us with only one clear option that would leave.


….And a mad dog was indeed how a large majority of the school saw him, and like most mad dogs they stayed away from him in the hopes of not being barked or growled out, hell for all they knew Jack was a biter and he almost certainly didn’t have any shots. Surely the nightmare scenario of any right thinking member of the student body would be the idea of being bit by Jack and whatever demons that were clearly possessing his body and mind being passed on through their bloodstream.


But evidently despite having his own slide on the orientation slide show for newcomers to the school “(Entitled: “More scared of you “) Emma wasn’t aware of who she was dealing with and approached the boy. Once Jack felt someone tug her lightly on his collar and with a shuddering gasp taking in air Jack flopped out of the bucket soaking wet and already shivering in the cold but yet his voice was oddly calm.

“Sorry can’t talk now, I’m a busy man dealing with matters that need my immediate attention”


And back he went into the bucket 

[Emma McDougall]

Not having the best of memories she didn't recognize the short glimpse of the boy. As he came up gasping she jumped back hand jerking away from him. His appearance reminding her slightly ofva dog displeased with its bath. 

Gawking at him she nearly yelped as his head went back into the bucket. "Wh-what? Why?" Her hand reflexively reached out for him but she froze it mid-air her mind whirling. What on earth was he talking about? Was he crazy? That certainly would explain it all. Or maybe he could breathe underwater? No, that didn't explain the gasping for breath. Maybe he was trying to learn how to breathe underwater? Obviously at a loss she looked around hoping for inspiration to strike. 

After a moment of stupidly staring she leaned toward again. "Excuse me, sorry, but you really shouldn't do that." Cringing she hoped he didn't come up swinging out of her insistence. His accent sounded familiar now that she thought about it like her parent and grandparents.

Emma reached to tug his collar again ready to spring back and run away if the need arose. Maybe she should get a teacher? She didn't want to get him in trouble or anything she just didn't want him to get sick. Or drown. Oh, goodness he could drown! Panic thudded aginast her chest now that it finally clicked that he could kill himself doing this. "Her, um, please stop!" Her mousy, shaky voice rose a fraction of a decimal as she moved closer desperately trying now to get him to stop.