When war comes to town.

The Snow Fight.

*26th of December, 1939*

- 181 days before -

I don't remember how I ended up in my bed but I awoke to find it was early in the morning.

I shuffled my way off my bed, my bare feet screaming at me to put shoes on as the floorboards felt like ice.

The sunshine was finding its way through my dusty curtains, dancing its way across my room.

The rays of light were like an explosion of colours. Yellow, orange, pink, red.

I thought now would be a good opportunity to listen to the radio, everyone is asleep.

I informed my feet which at this point felt almost numb from the cold. I reached out my hand and delicately turned the doorknob.

Of course, my door creaks at the worst of times. The door swings open slowly, creaking slightly.

I make my way down the hallway and reach the small cupboard. I take a quick glance around and go to retrieve the radio. I'm always careful not to get caught, even though my parents both know by now that I do this.

The hallway is dark as all the curtains are closed so I'm practically blind. I reach around, trying to find it when finally my hand feels the cold metal of the radio.

I grasp it tightly and push the door closed quietly. I tiptoe back across the hall back to my doorway.

I make my way to the bed and lay down. I try my best to tune into the radio but I only get static.

5,10,15 minutes and it's still static.

"Ugh!" I sigh in defeat and frustration.

"Whatever... I'll try again later.." I mumble under my breath.

I take the radio back, close the cupboard door quietly and freeze in my tracks.

I hear footsteps making their way towards the hallway. I don't know how to react so I kind of just stand there.

"What are you doing up this early, Anne?" My Père inquires.

"Oh, I just couldn't sleep and thought I might just walk around." I reply back.

"Okay. Your mother thought it would be a good idea for you and your brothers to go for a walk around today by the way." He explained.

"Okay, sounds fun." I say.

**** Later that morning****

"Anne! Your coat! C'mon dear lets go!" Mère exclaims.

"I'm coming!" I yell back.

I grab the coat off the stand and hurry out the door.

I only take a few steps when I'm hit hard by something.

"What the f-..."

I can't even finish my sentence when I'm hit by it again directly in the face.

"Nice one Mère!" One of the twins yell.

"Sorry dear! Didn't mean to get you in the face!" Mère says while giggling like a 5 year old.

I'm annoyed at first but then smile and gather some ammunition. I duck down behind a pile of snow, waiting for the right moment to strike.

I take a risk and look up only to see the boys running straight towards me. They tackle me into the snow and we wrestle in the freezing cold but it's fun. Kids will be kids after all.

"Alright, alright. Lets go!" Mère says.

We make our way through town, looking at the different shops. I keep my eye out for any newspapers to collect but I don't see one for ages. Besides being nosey, I do enjoy reading.

After about an hour of walking through the streets, I see a newspaper boy waving one round finally.

Yes, Yes. Finally, I think to myself.

I walk slowly, being sure not to slip on the ice, and grab one off the rack.

"Thanks." I say.

The boy only nods and goes back to advertising.

I look around for the family and see the boys are dragging Mère towards the field where the other kids play games like soccer.

Honestly, they never run out of energy.

I catch up and follow behind all the way to the soccer field where the boys are already joining in with the current game.

I find a comfy seat and start to read about the world.