Snowball
by Ardweden

The projectile moves
like a bullet, whistling
through the air, and hits
the young girl in the back
of her head.

Icy, cold water works
its way through her hair,
trickling down her back.
Laughter pierces
the silence.

The girl turns to the voice
on numbed feet,
brushing damp hair from her face.
A group of children stand,
the leader in front,

with a sneer on her face,
eyes daring.
The young girl meets the sneer
with teary eyes, and lowers her head.
She walks away.