You had accidentally bumped into a couple fifth graders in the hallway; and you knew they were hostile.
These fifth graders were the exact same group that had stolen your lunch money every day, ripped up your homework, and even jumped you on your way to school a few times. Gosh, they were giving you complete hell, but you could do nothing about it. Being a puny second grader wasn’t easy.
“Hey, watch where you’re going!” The oldest boy yelled, pushing you to the ground.
You sniffled, trying not to cry. You were never good at holding in your emotions.
“What’s your problem?” The second boy asked, raising an eyebrow. “What are you, some kind of baby?”
The third boy joined in. “Yeah, only babies cry like that!” He grabbed your book bag’s handle, suspending you in mid-air so you were level with him. “Want us to wrap you up like some little baby?”
“N-No please...” You mumble
A chilly gust of wind immediately woke you and made you sit erect. ‘What the fu-?’
All around you was a blanket of white. You looked down to see that below your once laying body lie on a very thin layer of snow. Your eyes surveyed your surroundings and you seemed to be in the middle of an artic wasteland.
As any sensible human being you asked, “Where am I?”
Another gust of frost-laced wind blew against you.
‘I-it’s so c-cold’ you thought while you shivered.
When that thought surfaced your mind, tiny snowflakes started to fall around you and coat your half-naked form.
‘How do I get out of here? Without dying?’
Your lovely body heat was fast fading away and you slowly became weaker.
You desperately screamed, “I n-need to m-MOVE-!?”
You stopped your scream abruptly when a dark imposing figure approached you.
You couldn’t make out his face because the falling snow was obscur