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You trudge through the snow, getting colder and colder by the minute. You forgot to pack matches in your backpack and you curse under your breath. You remember when Mom told you to pack matches, you said "In a second!" But that never happened because you were too busy writing in your journal. You yell at yourself for packing your journal but not packing matches. All that you're wearing is a pair of black cotton pants and a gray parka. Your hair has little snowflakes embedded in them. The wind screeches in your ear as more snowflakes band together and attack you. The wind whips your hair around your face and you feel the snow that now is up to your waist. You were trying to get to your grandfather's house but you turned the wrong way and only realized that around two hours ago. Since then, you have been trying to turn around but you seem to be going nowhere. "Oh shoot." You mutter under your breath. You take a look at your fingers which are now poking out from your old, worn out mittens. The tips of your fingers, are a light blue, you know that when your skin turns blue, that means you're running out of oxygen. You try to walk through the snow for 20 minutes, you have only walked ten yards. You look around and realize that you were just here, 20 minutes ago. "I've been going around in circles!" You scream as you fall face first into the snow. Now, your face has small snowflakes on it. You clench your teeth, trying really hard not to shout again but you do it anyways. "Stupid snow!" You shout into the wind. The wind slows a bit for a moment but gains speed once again. You run in the snow, thinking that you might be able to outrun the storm. But it's no use, you end up in an icy forest. You run for another minute, then find yourself in a clearing which is surrounded by trees coated with snow. "It's no use..." You try to shout but you don't have much oxygen left, the snow has taken it all. "No...." You whisper as the snowflakes fall on your face. The wind knocks you down and now you are lying on your back. "No...." You whisper once more as the battle between you and the cold has finished. You close your eyes and think of the icicles dangling on the bare trees. The fluffy snow under you. The thick clouds that dropped this blanket of white. You take a deep breath and rest into a peaceful, sleep. The cold had won this battle, this time.

The next morning, a lumberman walks through the forest and finds that you are in a coma from the cold. The blizzard had passed. "The poor child. Dr. Poll should check it out. After all, I wouldn't want a child to die the same way, Dr. Poll's brother did." He mutters as he hoists you over his shoulder and walks towards town. As you enter town, many townspeople who see you, whisper to each other, "The poor child." "What a terrible incident." and "Such an unfortunate event." You are taken into Dr. Poll's office and placed onto a hospital bed. After two days, you awaken, to find yourself inside a very white room that reminds you of the blizzard. Immediately, Dr. Poll rushes into the room. "What happened?" You ask. "You had hyperthermia, a very bad case of it." He answers. "When will I leave?" You ask. "In about two day's time." He answers as you relax. You notice that your finger tips have turned back to their normal color. "The same thing happened to my brother." He says. "Really?" You answer. "Yes, he never came out of his coma. Don't worry, everything is going to be okay..." He says. The nurse walks in and immediately says "The poor baby." You grit your teeth. You hate it when someone takes pity on you, it makes you feel less in control of yourself. But, for the rest of your life, you will have a scar on your face that was obviously from hyperthermia. Ugh! You think as the nurse says "Such a horrible incident." You know that people will take pity on you because of your scar. You groan while shaking your head and you decide to go back to sleep.

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