I could feel the utter sensation that something was wrong. As I woke up and put my winter jacket on I realized that I was in trouble. It seemed that during the night a blizzard had blown through and covered the doorway to my igloo. I found it really quite troublesome for I had not accounted for this event so I had not prepared the need of food or water. I felt somewhat odd on the inside.
I could hear my friend waking up on the other side of the igloo, a soft yawn and then the sudden, painful cry when he hit his head off the ceiling and a small amount of snow trickled down and fell upon his head. He shivered and let out a small squeak of surprise.
“Get a hold of yourself Carl it’s only a little bit of snow.”
“Snow? SNOW?! Why is there snow in my room, and why are you in my room, I didn’t think you lived with me!” shouted Carl as he stood up against the ice wall.
“We’re in an igloo Carl; don’t you remember making it yesterday?”
“Making this? You mean I helped create this jail cell! Well I’ll be what kind of stupid idea was this?”
“It was actually your idea, you wanted to go camping in the snow; you found it too difficult to pitch a tent so you called me over to help you make an igloo. Why you wanted an igloo don’t ask me but we ended up spending the night here.”
Carl stared at me for a few minutes, I could tell he was trying to process what I had told him and being his best friend, I knew of his troubles. He wasn’t completely normal on the mental level. He had ADHD and another problem, for he would forget everything that has happened after the time span of an hour.
Carl paced around the room a little. It was not as if he knew exactly where the exit was or that we were trapped, so I kept the idea of us being buried a secret, that way he wouldn’t lose control.
“So what do you suppose we do Scott? We can’t just stay here, in this igloo forever, I’m hungry and I want a nice warm shower, it’s freezing in here.”
Well okay, I was unable to keep it a secret for long. I stood up, and gently placed my hands on his shoulders, looked him deep in the eye and let out the news.
“Carl, we can’t leave, at least not right now anyway. It seems there was a blizzard last night and well, the entrance caved in, we are actually buried under this snow.”
“We’re trapped?!” shouted Carl, “What will my mother think, she’ll think we both died, that we are hungry, that are thirsty, that we stink like rotten eggs!”
He broke down into tears. I had a feeling this was going to happen. I sighed slightly as I knelt down beside him and tried to calm him down.
“We’ll get out of this; we’ve gotten out of worse things, “
“We have? Like what? We aren’t the idiotic type to do this sort of thing Scott, we are good, innocent children that never get in trouble, that never make our mothers worry and now we are caught in this sort of tragedy, why should such angels be tortured with such devilish acts?”
I was surprised in how highly he spoke of us, last time I remember many of the townsfolk wanted to chase us right out of town, especially after the last stunt Carl came up with. I don’t think I’ll ever let him use aluminum foil and a tinder box again.
Carl began to rock back in forth in the spot he was sitting in. I could tell that the little gears were ticking in his head; whether that was a good thing or bad thing I really couldn’t say at the moment.
He instantaneously stood up and turned to the wall. He raised his rather balky wrist and put it to his chest. He then took a sumo position and began to charge the wall. I ran forward to stop him. I was lucky enough to be a little faster then he was since I really didn’t feel like being actually buried under snow today.
“Carl, you can’t be so destructive, what you just thought would have killed us.”
“No it wouldn’t, if we knock out the wall we’d be able escape and get help. We’d be able to learn exactly where we are!”
“We are in your backyard and although I don’t like being stuck in this igloo, I much prefer to have the walls still standing because I don’t actually feel like being buried alive today.”
“Well we can’t just stay here, I won’t accept it. I want my warm bath and I am not letting this igloo thing stop me from getting what I want!”
Carl dropped immediately to the ground. The snow around us had melted from the night before, yet large patches of snow were still visible.
“What do you think you are doing?”
“I’m going to dig out of here, look the ground is covered in snow and if there was enough for us to make this igloo, then there must be enough to remain stable as we crawl under it, this way we aren’t buried under the snow and we actually get out of this place.
“The ground is not even an inch under this igloo; you’d have a hard time getting out of here even if you had a shovel.”
“Fine, I didn’t want to get dirty anyways.” Carl stopped digging and sat down. I then noticed that his eyes were getting heavy, his head began to spin, and he was moving with little effort.
“Are you alright Carl?” I asked with a hint of concern in my voice.
“I’m just a little tired; I think the digging wore me out. I think I am just going to take a nap and we’ll figure this out once I wake up.”
He lowered the rest of his body to the ground and rolled up to keep warm. I wondered why he had felt so exhausted all of a sudden. I know he hadn’t eaten since dinner last night but I know I’ve gone longer without food before, not to mention I wasn’t even the slightest bit sleepy.
I sat down next to him, since there really wasn’t anything better for me to do. I checked my watch to see what time in the morning it was, I laughed when I noticed that it was only eight in the morning. Carl’s mom would be out in an hour or so to check up on us and hopefully she’d bring some food along with her.
In his sleep, Carl rolled over and hit me rather lightly. However it did wake him up and immediately he began to go crazy. As he woke up again he hit his head off the ceiling again and just like last time some snow fell, this time it trickled down his shirt and he let out another cry and began dancing around the room. His eyes then set upon me.
“Scott? What are you doing here? Where is my bed? And why is there snow everywhere?!”
“You know exactly where you are; you are in the igloo we made last night.”
“Igloo? I wouldn’t make an igloo if it was the only thing left to make! It’s way too cold to do something that idiotic! I want out of here, where is the exit come on, I know you are hiding it somewhere.”
“Carl you already know we are trapped in here.”
“Trapped?! You can’t be serious; we are actually trapped in here! This is not possible; I’m too young to die!”
“You aren’t going to die, your mother will find us soon, and what is this about, I told you all this a few minutes ago.”
“No you didn’t, how could you, I just woke up!”
A gave an odd glare toward him. How could he have forgotten so quickly? It wasn’t even an hour yet since I told him everything. I then realized that maybe because he had just woken up from a nap his mind wasn’t focused on what was happening, so he ended up forgetting everything. This always seemed to happen in the worst possible times. Last time it occurred while we were running away from our classmate Danielle, Carl had gotten the idea to light her hair on fire when we were at recess. I really don’t know how they ended up partially blaming me but both Danielle and her best friend chased us, and these girls weren’t the pretty type, they were the ugly type that was extremely strong and dangerous. Carl’s problem ended up kicking in just as we were about to lose them. Not realizing they were chasing him he stopped dead in his tracks and began to wonder why he was running. I tried to turn back and grab him but it was too late, the girls got him. That was a day I personally won’t forget, the humiliation those girls put us through was enough to make a sewer rat sick to its stomach.
I could tell that Carl was losing it again; he began to stand up once again and I knew he was going to try and tackle down the wall. Before he could do anything I set him back down and told him we were just going to wait it out, that his mother would come for us soon.
Luckily he actually listened for once. He sat there, still and motionless. I sat down beside him and sighed, I was actually starting to worry if Carl’s mother would actually notice that we were in trouble.
A sudden, glass breaking noise then filled the room; I covered my ears quickly as Carl’s horrid singing echoed all around us. Why did he have to start now? Was he that afraid? I had only heard him sing once before, and it wasn’t pleasant. He had tried out for the school musical and he asked if I could come with him for support. He had bragged about how everyone told him how great a singer he was. At the time I believed him, but once I saw the audition, I learned that from that day forth, I would have to trust my gut more then what Carl told me.
The memory stung me hard and the singing dug it deeper. My hands were unable to drown out even half of the sound. I let out a shout of agony and it was like sending the stinger right back to the bee. Carl quit his singing and everything was silent.
My mind eased up a bit. It wouldn’t be long now I thought. I checked my watch again and it was now eight thirty. It couldn’t be long now; she must realize we are stuck.
“Hey Scott, want to hear a joke?”
“No Carl, I’m not really in the mood for humour right now.”
“Come on, we can’t just sit here, we need to find something to do. Maybe we can take turns telling stories of our craziest adventures.”
“Carl, you and I both know that we know everything about each other.”
“Well there has to be something we can do! Otherwise I might just go back to sleep while we wait for my mother.”
“That might not be a bad idea.”
Carl looked at me with a disappointed face but decided that he would return to sleep. I sighed as I knew he was right, it was stupid to sit here and not accomplish anything, but there really was nothing to talk about.
I could feel the temperature slightly warming up a bit. As I leaned back on the wall, my back was quickly drenched in liquid. Was the Igloo melting? If it was, we would need to get out of here quickly for the walls would weaken and collapse.
I could hear Carl snoring slightly. I didn’t notice until now but Carl was really making my head spin, I was starting to believe that if I didn’t get out here soon I might flip on the poor guy. I know it’s not his fault he acts the way he does, it’s his hormones.
I could hear that Carl was waking up again for like the previous times, he hit his head and began to go crazy. After settling him down a third time I tried to think of something to do so that he wouldn’t lead into singing again.
“Scott? I think we have a bit of a problem.”
“What is it now Carl?”
“It’s Silvia; I remember bringing her with us last night.”
“Silvia? Isn’t that your pet tarantula and how can you remember, you never remember.”
“Well I put a note on my hand last night to remind myself, since well, I knew it was dangerous, but she seems to have disappeared.”
What?!” I shouted jumping up immediately. “Why would you bring her with you, you know I’m terrified of spiders!”
“I wanted to make her feel happy; she’s never come out in the snow before.”
“That’s because she’s a spider and would die from the cold!”
“She would? Scott, we need to find her! I don’t want Silvia to die!”
I had more worries on my hand then if the spider died or not. I searched the ground and couldn’t find a single trace of the damned spider. I then noticed that Carl had a sudden sweat about him.
“Scott? I found her.”
“Where is she?” I didn’t need him to answer though for immediately I felt something crawling up my arm. Goosebumps started to form as I began to turn my head. There it was, the freaky thing that Carl used as a pet, crawling up my arm, with a pair of fangs hanging out and ready to sink into my skin.
I panicked immediately. I spun in circles and then dared it. After watching Carl attempt it all morning I forced myself through the snowy wall, hoping to lose the spider on my bombardment. The blasted thing wouldn’t get off of me though and as I rolled around in the snow outside, the spider sunk its fangs into my arm. I could see Carl’s mother dashing forward from the backdoor of the house and I knew immediately that I had accidentally killed Silvia. All I remember before I blacked out was that we had escaped, although in the end, I don’t really know which one of us was the one who had the problems, me or Carl? Since when I woke up several hours later, Carl had already informed his mother and everyone about what had happened. He had told them that I had gone senile and mad and broke the igloo we worked so hard on because of fear of being buried alive. Too tired to care, I let it go, and now everyone thinks I’m the weird one.
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