The World of Colors (On Hiatus)

Chapter 5

When I opened my eyes, I saw giant mounds of snow scattered throughout the landscape. Nothing else, just giant piles of snow.

Everywhere else was a flat, untouched blanket that went up past my knees, which gave me a lot of trouble moving.

It looked like a major snowstorm buried a city, like Pompeii being buried in ash. As big as the snow mounds were, there could've been buildings hiding underneath there for all I know.

It looked like one of those gigantic snowstorms that I'd hear about on the news except... everything was orange.

It looked like someone got an orange icee the size of a skyscraper and dumped it everywhere.

I had to shuffle through the snow, acting as a bulldozer as I pushed it out of my way. I couldn't lift my legs from the snow because they were trapped underneath the freezing blanket.

I slowly inched along, as I kept going I got colder and colder. I'm lucky I'm wearing a sweatshirt and jeans as opposed to shorts and a tank top.

The icy snow numbed my skin and the wind that was dotted with tiny, orange, snowflakes felt almost as sharp as when I first fell into this world.

I was starting to wonder how long it would be before this cold turned me into a lifeless, unfeeling, statue of ice. My body would barely move, no matter how much I tried. I was convinced I was already turning into a statue.

I kept shuffling along for what seemed like forever. The wind made me feel like I was being cut by sharp blades. I felt like my legs would either give out or freeze into solid ice at any second.

I kept hopelessly shuffling along, until I got past a few hills of orange snow. Behind one of the larger hills, I saw a small structure that looked a little bit like a circular shape but, I could hardly tell it was even there, I was so far away.

I shuffled closer to it, inching along to get to the thing really far away, like an ant determined to reach a picnic basket.

When I got closer, I saw that it was an igloo. It looked like someone froze orange juice into blocks and built an igloo with them as if they were legos.

My legs were almost entirely immobile. I was certain that my skin had severe frostbite. I blinked rapidly in order to keep my eyes from burning and watering like they do when I go into the light behind the door. The wind still cut at my skin like a knife.

I kept shuffling foward and around hills until I eventually got to the entrance of the igloo. Everywhere up to my stomach was coated with snow.

When I was in the snow, my legs stopped working for some brief moments, causing me to stumble and fall into the snow a bit but, I always recovered fairly quickly.

At the entrance was another note. Luckily, the snow level decreased as I got closer to the igloo, I wouldn't have seen it otherwise. The snow was now slightly past my ankles.

I picked up the note and the words were written in the same orange color as the snow it lied on.

It said "You went to a school called Cedarwood High. You're in 9th grade."

9th grade? That would mean I'm around fifteen unless I got held back a lot but, it seemed like I did fairly well in school, that just didn't seem likely. I felt a lot older than that. I did seem more mature than the other kids though.

I started to remember a bit about Cedarwood. I remembered that our mascot was a beaver, I don't think that was a coincidence. I thought it was pretty stupid but, seeing a guy parading around the gym in a beaver costume was the highlight of the year for me.

They had the same beaver costume for every assembly, it was old, smelled terrible, and was falling apart. It looked more like a mix between a rabbit and a platypus than a beaver. The same furry, smelly, buck toothed animal costume marched around proudly, as if it resembled what it actually was.

I did great in english and history and horrible in math and gym. I was average in most other things. More memories started flooding back, though they were mostly bad.

I remembered struggling in gym. I had pretty bad asthma and I wasn't in the best shape. Despite being terrible at physical activity, I was still pretty slim, I guess I didn't eat that much.

Once again, the memories of being made fun of and bullied flashed into my mind. I snapped out of it and tried to distract myself and think about other things in order not to think about it.

I put the note back in my pocket, even though I knew it would probably get wet from the snow, like most of the others did. I had to take out all the others and fold them into smaller pieces of paper so I'd have room for all of them. This reminded me of doing oragami as a kid. I remembered making little paper birds all the time when I was really young.

Before I folded them, I had room in my pocket to squish in many more notes but, I didn't know how many more I'd get.

I stepped into the igloo. Light shined through the orange blocks. This igloo was made of pure ice, most I'd seen on television had been made with snow. The igloo was much bigger than I thought it would be when I was far away.

The walls reminded me of building blocks that I played with as a little kid. I remembered creating massive walls with them until I ran out of room or blocks then, I'd knock it over. They would topple down to floor, making a crashing noise that was so loud, everyone in the house could hear.

I walked further into the igloo until I saw the door again. It was orange like the snow below me and the ice around me.

I stepped closer to the door and waited for it to swing open. I stood there waiting, probably for several minutes. I stepped closer and turned the knob. The door barely budged centimeters at a time but, it was opening slowly but surely.

The door seemed to be frozen shut. Small shards of ice broke off the area where the door and the wall connected as it slowly broke free from the seal of ice.

I kicked at the ice, hoping it would make it open faster. It helped slightly and, now my leg isn't as numb as before.

The door finally screeched open, once I got the door open slightly, the knob jumped from my hand and the door swung backwards as if it was never frozen.

I went into the room that I liked to call "The blinding simulation room." Within a few seconds I reached the next area and regained my vision.