Chapter 6: Escape Attempts
Jake's POV
We sat there in silence for a few minutes, thinking of how to get out of here. It's not that staying over night is gonna kill us or anything, but Miley's right. This story would be the cover in many newspapers and magazines. Then something came to me.
"I got an idea!"
Miley looked up at me. I could tell by her face that she was really hoping it would be a good plan.
"This place has to have air ducts that some how lead outside," that was all I could think of.
"Alright, let's give it a try," Miley said.
So we walked around and found a near by air vent. It was up 10 feet. "We need some way to get up there," she said. We found cases of canned goods and stacked them up in a staircase like form.
"I don't know Jake, don't the vents look kinda small." Miley said. It was true, they were small, but we had to try. "I'll go first," I say and started climbing up the cases.
"Be careful Jake," she adds. When I got to the top of the stack, I had to scrunch down so that my head didn't hit the ceiling. I lifted the cover of the vent and put it underneath my feet. Then I started to go into the vent. I put my arms in first, then turned my head sideways, squeezing between my arms, and jumped, kicking my legs up, to force myself in. My body was half way in, I tried to go in more, but I couldn't move. I should've listened to Miley, these vents are too small.
"Are you ok?" Miley asks from below. "Actually, I'm kinda stuck here," I responded. Well this is embarrassing. "Don't worry, I'll help," she said. That is so like her, helping, caring, amazing. I heard her climb up on the cases. She grabbed my ankles and pulled while I pushed. This is sorta awkward. After about 2 minutes of pushing and pulling, I was able to get out.
There wasn't enough room for both of us on the top, so the staircase like pile of canned goods toppled, and we fell and landed next to each other. Weirdly enough, we both started laughing.
"Well that didn't work," Miley said after we stopped laughing. We sat down again and tried to think of another plan, because attempt number 1 didn't work.
Miley's POV
Now it's time for me to come up with a plan. How to get home? What can I do to keep this story from going worldwide? I'm starting to think there's no way out of this. Maybe there's a back door.
"Jake, let's go look for a back door outta here," I said.
When we found a door we stopped. Then Jake was able to open it because it wasn't locked. "It might be locked like the bathrooms," I said, then ran and came back with a 2 liter of Spite. I put it so the door wouldn't close.
We slowly entered the room, we couldn't find a switch so we were walking in pitch black darkness. I held his arm tight so I didn't loss him. I don't like that dark. We would feel the walls to see if there's a door. We wondered around for what seemed like hours, it was only 15 minutes though.
"Where's the door we came though?" Jake asked
"I don't know."
Then I saw a light, "there, I see the store!"
We ran to the light, and entered the store. That didn't work either. Another failed attempt.
"Guess we're staying for the night," Jake said
"Guess so," I sighed.