Man, was I glad. "See, that wasn't hard," Jimmy said. He threw a snowball at me, and it smashed right into my ear. Little pieces of snow fell down inside my coat. It was cold. I could feel the snow melting against my stomach.
My ear was burning.
I was pissed, and not the in your pants kind. Who did this asshole think he was anyway? I ran at him and slugged him as hard as I could. He went down.
Then I got scared, 'cause he didn't move. He was just layin' there in the snow. "Jimmy," I says, "Jimmy, get up, come on!" He didn't move. I wanted to scream, but no one would hear. But I knew Jimmy was dead. I leaned over and moved his head a little bit. He still didn't move. Then I picked up his wrist like they do in the movies but I couldn't feel anything 'cause he had these thickwool mittens on. They were red. Just like blood. "I'm a murderer," I thought. "They're gonna electrocute me."