I walk into the bathroom, getting ready to skip third period. As I walk in, I hear wind in-between stalls/ I stick my arm in to investigate. I feel a rush of cold air hit my face like pine needles! I close my eyes, trying not to go blind by the pressure. When I re-open my eyes, I am atop a cold mountain, glazed with snow. The color drains from my face, and my blood runs cold. I turn around looking from where I came from. Instead, I see you, lookin almost as shocked as me- maybe more.