When a snowball leads to a punch up it can never be good. The other night we went down to dulwich (god knows why) and stood on goose green for about ten minutes talking to random girls getting bored and more cold as time went on. So we all sat on a bench and huddled up for warmth when a snowball was dashed and me and Austin. Before we knew it it had blown up into a punch up between Austin and a boy in the year above who was considerably more hench. Austin swung and missed and got punched in the face a couple of times until the boy who punched him nuckle hurt so much he cried... suddenly he didn't seem so hard. They were pulled apart and Austins face started to swell.. the thing about Austin is he never bruises he just goes puffy.. like a human air bag. And during the whole thing I just kept having flashbacks to baby photos of me and Austin which was weird. So we went back to mine for a bit of chat roulette................... HAHHAHA
MILLY.D
