Rathmichael School, Shankill, 6th Class, Fighting Words Wicklow 20 January 2021
It was Friday, the 24th September 1994. It was getting kind of cold and windy, but it didn’t bother Phil, because the wind went right through his bones.
He was on top of a mountain, looking down at his town of Snowdin.
A snowstorm was roaming in, as the dark clouds surrounded the town.