Apotheosis

Mother Knows Best

“Don’t wander off to far now, and DO NOT PLAY ON THE ICE!” snarled my slightly irritated mother as I ran down the wooden stairs to go play. Anxious to go outside, I burst through my back door ready to jump into the flakey white snow. Fifteen minutes into building a snowman with my sister, we started to get bored, so we decided to play hide and seek––my specialty.

I would always find the most unique spots to hide; curiously I wandered into the woods behind my house as I could hear my sister’s faint footsteps trailing behind me as they crunched in the snow. The crows shrieking throughout the vast forest gave me the chills, which I loved. Further and further we walked, eventually completely forgetting about our game of hide and seek. We marched, having the time of our lives, laughing cracking jokes and throwing rocks as far as we could.

CRACK–– we froze with our ecstatic facial expressions. My sister told me to throw another one; the impact echoed throughout the entire forest, and we charged straight ahead, our minds chock-full of mischief, to what we thought was a pond. I grinned as I remember the exact words my mom had recited to me right before I left the house.

Then we stood over a tall marsh covered with snow. There a small but satisfying pond lay. I, of course, was the first one to step on the ice. I shouted to my sister dancing and teasing her about how she was such a scaredy cat, “Come on! What? Are you scared?”

“You know Mom said not got go on the pond, right?” she sassed back at me. Me being me, I just waved her off, and she said, “I’m going back.”

Me, being disobedient and hard-headed, stayed on the ice as I watched my sister jog off into a cold, white-powdered forest with her bright pink coat.

Slipping and sliding constantly, I enjoyed the moment knowing I was going to get in trouble as soon as I got home. As time passed, it seemed as if the sky slowly devoured the forest with darkness, so I figured it was time to go home, but I couldn’t resist the overwhelming temptation of jumping on the slippery white ice. With no intent of falling in, I started jumping all over. I had jumped a total of seven times with no problem. My eighth jump wasn’t so successful considering, I fell in the bone chilling water; the water was so cold it felt as if there were a million tiny needles stabbing every part of my body. I started panicking under water flailing my skinny flimsy arms, hoping someone would come to my aid, but no one did.

It was me vs. nature.

I starting kicking with all my might determined to get out of the freezing water before becoming a human popsicle. My boots were my biggest problem because they had absorbed at least two pounds from the water restricting most of my leg movement. My little head desperately popping up out of the water, I tried to grab the ice to keep myself from going under.

I had been struggling for at least a minute now. Blurry eyed and all, I could see a small pink figure dashing towards the pond. I tried to scream for help,  but the cold air hit the back of my throat with force. Trudging through the thick snow was my sister determined to help her fallen brother. She finally came to the end of the marsh, grabbed a long stick, threw it to me, and attempted to pull me out of the water. But little did I know,  parts of the ice I had fallen through had sharp edges which scratched my stomach again and again. It hurt, but I could barely feel it due to the numbness of my small body. My ears were ringing heavily; my heart skipped beats;  I simply didn’t care because my sister had come to my rescue, and I was sure glad to see her.

Crying, we ran non stop all the way through the woods trying to find our way home. It was dark out now; scared and cold, we followed our footprints back home because it was too dark to see which way was the right way to go. When we showed up 30 minutes after we were supposed to be inside, my mom was waiting with a facial expression we couldn’t quite pinpoint. She had the look of stressed out of her mind, to furious with rage. She was happy to see us at first, but that only lasted for ten seconds. After bandaging my cuts I had suffered from the ice, she started to scold me about how she told me not to play on the pond. I knew I was in trouble, but ultimately I was just happy to be home and I know she was too. I was grounded right after my lecture which resulted in me being sent to bed early.

Sobbing all the way upstairs I changed from my wet snowsuit into my comfortable Joe Boxer pajamas. I felt heavy as I dragged myself to my room. I turned the lights out and slid into my bed under my soft blankets warm and snug. My vent turned on drafting waves of warm air throughout my room right then I knew I was safe, I was home. That feeling put a smile on my face as I pulled the blankets over my shoulders and gently drifted off to sleep.

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