A/N: This is a friend-fiction. Meaning, if you are not a real-life friend of mine, this story will NOT make sense to you and it's not supposed to make sense to you. You have been warned.

Have a nice day!


Chapter 1

It was just another typical day at school. Tim, Rita, Robert, Lawrence, and Tracy were sitting together in a group in their first period Chinese I class with boredom on their minds. Their teacher, Mr. Algozer, was babbling on about everything but Chinese, as usual. Rolling her eyes, Tracy took out a piece of paper and began drawing a picture. On the paper appeared a ferocious reptilian chewing on Algozer's head. Tracy smiled and passed down her drawing to her friends. They all smiled and snickered quietly, except for Rita, who laughed out so loud that it caught the attention of none other than Mr. Algozer himself.

"Is there a problem, Rita?" he inquired with utmost agitation.

"Uhm, no," Rita replied with a giggle.

Lawrence, still possessing the drawing, quickly hid it from view before Algozer has a chance to see it. He turned around to see Tracy giving a thumb's up and mouthing "thank you" to him. He nodded a "you're welcome" in response and turned back in his seat.

Just then, the classroom phone rang. Mr. Algozer, exasperated with the phone's disruption of his "Chinese oriented" lecture, trotted over to the machine and picked it up. After a few "yeahs" and "okays", Algozer hung up and walked over to the class, front and center.

"Kids, I gotta leave the room for a little while," he declared. "I expect you all to be on your best behavior."

As soon as he left the room, all hell broke out. Well, not exactly; the students just started chattering amongst themselves and a few even took out a bag of snacks to munch on. Among them was Rita, who instantly snatched a bag of shrimp chips out of her backpack and began eating and sharing them.

Unbeknownst to the students, a strange puddle of water outside began freezing up and expanding. The live ice began snaking up the walls, filling the hallways and everything outside of the classrooms. The ice moved with such speed that in a matter of twenty minutes, the entire school was engulfed in a huge mound of ice. Hallways were blocked up with the solid substance and windows froze up and became as hard as concrete.

Inside the classroom, Rita noticed that the room temperature has decreased dramatically and slipped on her jacket. The others noticed the lowered temperature as well and did what they could to get warm; the news predicted sunny weather today so they didn't bring many articles of warmth.

"D-d-dude, s-s-someone go t-t-t-turn up th-the heat-t-t," Tracy spoke through chattering teeth.

"I thought the rooms were designed to be at a much higher temperature," articulated Tim as he rubbed his hands together.

"The air conditioning and heater are controlled by the district, aren't they?" asked Rita. "Maybe they had a malfunction or something."

"Well, someone better do something before I go Lord of the Flies here," warned Tracy.

"Ugh, I hate that book," Tim opinionated with a scowl.

"You hate everything, Tim," spoke up Robert.

"Shut up," retorted Tim instantly. "No one asked you."

"Dang, it's getting really, really cold now," said Tracy, who was now shivering uncontrollably.

Lawrence got up from his desk with his jacket and handed it to her.

"Here," he said. "You can borrow it for now."

"Nah, that's okay," replied Tracy, still shivering. "I'm fine. I'm tough."

"C'mon, take it," said Lawrence, pushing the jacket towards her.

"No," replied Tracy, pushing the jacket back to him. "Really, I'm fine."

"No you're not, take it," Lawrence said firmly.

"No, I'm allright," assured Tracy.

"No, take it," said Lawrence, firmer now.

"No," reassured Tracy. "I'm okay."

"Take it," demanded Lawrence.

"No."

Lawrence sighed. Tracy's much too stubborn to crack, so he did the next best thing. He put the jacket over her, despite much protest from the girl.

"No, Lawrence, I'm fine!" she complained.

He pretended not to listen to her and marched back to his seat. Tracy groaned in exasperation. She could just simply just take off the jacket and toss it right back at the boy, but if she did he'll just do the same thing and there'll never be any compromise. Defeated and out of options, Tracy kept the jacket on.

Robert watched the entire thing, wishing that he himself had brought his own jacket to put on her.

Oh well, he thought. Maybe another time.

With the jacket still on her, Tracy peered out the windows and noticed that they were all very fogged up. She got out of her seat, went to the windows, and wiped a section of it with the warmth of her hand. Strangely enough, despite the wiped window, she still couldn't see out very clearly.

That's weird, she thought. It's like there's a big block of ice on the other side.

Tracy went to the door leading out into the small patio area and was met face-to-face with a wall of solid ice! The impact of walking into the ice was so sudden and unexpected that she fell back hard and landed on her butt.

"Gah!" she cried out. "What the hell?"

Her friends came to her side and saw the immense ice wall encompassing the doorway.

"Are you okay?" Lawrence asked Tracy.

"What do you think?" Robert spoke rhetorically. "She fell on her ass for crying out loud. Of course she's not okay."

"I can answer for myself, Robert," growled Tracy as she got up off the floor.

"What the hell is that?" asked Tim pointing to the door.

Robert went over to the door and tried to push the wall of ice. It didn't budge one inch. Lawrence went over to the door and both of them tried to push the wall. No progress.

"Move aside half-pints," said Adam walking through the group. "I'll move the ice."

He placed his hands on the ice and pushed with all his might. After a few minutes of grunting and slipping on the melted ice on the floor, Adam admits defeat.

"What now, big guy?" asked Rita.

"Wow, that's bigger than I thought," he uttered.

"It looks like the entire patio is filled with ice," observed Tracy.

"That can't be," said Tim. "For that to happen, the patio has to be completely flooded and the outside climate has to be that of Big Bear in the winter."

"Well, what other explanation is there?" asked Robert.

"You guys," Tracy spoke up as she wrapped herself more snugly with Lawrence's jacket. "I think the more important thing is trying to get out rather than sit here and contemplate on how the ice got here."

"What are you talking about, Tracy?" inquired Tim. "We'll just go out the front door."

"Go ahead," challenged Tracy.

"Fine," he retorted with confidence. "I will."

He walked to the front door and proceeded to go out only to have his face slam into another wall of ice.

"OW!" Tim yelled out as he whipped his hands to his face.

"What the hell?" exclaimed Lawrence with surprise.

"We're blocked on both sides?" discoursed Rita, who was starting to panic a little.

"How are we gonna get out?" asked Adam.

Immediately, the rest of the class started getting nervous. Meanwhile, Tracy had crawled under the corner-most computer table and wrapped herself even tighter with the jacket. The temperature had gone down even lower and her entire body began shivering constantly. She started to sniffle a little and groaned over the lack of heat.

Lawrence spotted her under the table and walked over to her.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I've got the sniffles," she moaned as she wrapped herself more in the jacket.

"Hmm," said Lawrence as he contemplated on what to do.

Robert had taken out his lead pencil and began carving on the ice wall that covered the door to the patio. Tim noticed this and spoke up suddenly.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

"Drawing," replied the Mexican.

Tim stared at him shocked and appalled with his mouth gaped open.

"What?" exclaimed Robert. "I'm bored."

Tim rolled his eyes and turned to Rita.

"So," she said. "What are we gonna do now?"

"I don't know," sighed Tim rubbing his head.

"I think Tracy's getting sick," spoke up Lawrence.

Tim and Rita peered under the corner computer desk and saw the shivering figure.

"Tracy, are you allright?" asked Rita with concern in her voice.

"Sniffles," was the only reply she got from the little girl.

"That's it," exclaimed Tim in exasperation.

He marched up to the room temperature controller and increased the preferred temperature number to 85º­. The group waited for the ventilation system to heat up the room, but all they felt was a slight cool breeze exhaling from the vent.

"Argh!" Tim yelled at the control panel. "Work, damn it!"

Futile in his efforts to heat up the classroom, Tim decided to close the vent. He called Adam over and told the boy to stand underneath the vent. Tim then went up on Adam's shoulders and, using Adam as a booster, Tim flipped the vent flaps vertically and closed the vent, preventing any more cool air from entering the room. With that done, Tim hopped off of Adam and looked at his friends.

"Ooh-kay," said Rita. "Now what?"

"Well, we can try to make a fire," suggested Tim. "If we sleep in the cold, we'll die."

"Uhm, I don't think Tracy got your message, Tim," said Robert, pointing to the girl.

Tim, Rita, Lawrence, and Adam turned to find Tracy slumped down onto the floor and fast asleep.

"Tracy!" they all screamed in horror.

The teens race to her and tried desperately to wake her up. They poke her, pinched her, kicked her, and even shook her up a bit. No success; it was like trying to wake a log up.

"Damn, she's a rock," said Robert, scratching his head.

"She could probably sleep through World War III," articulated Lawrence.

"Waaait…" exclaimed Tim with a smile. "I know exactly how to wake her up."