Thanks everybody. I try so hard at these, I need to make my writing better. If anyone has any suggestions on how I can do that, please let me know. As for this story, at this point, I am planning on about 4 more chapters after this one. So, enjoy, and reviews, please. They are my motivation!

"Mrs. Davenport, if you haven't noticed, there's no food in here. I'm gonna starve." Ashley whined. She and Amber have been complaining for the past 20 minutes while most of the other girls have been trying to help Mrs. Davenport figure out what to do.

"Yes, I have realized that actually, but complaining isn't going to make food magically appear." Mrs. Davenport snapped. Lilly and Miley snorted and Chloe giggled.

"Well, there's no need to be rude." Amber crossed her arms and tossed her hair. "Come on, Ash, let's go paint our nails." Ashley got up and they started towards their bunk room.

"You guys brought nail polish to a ski lodge?" Renae raised her eyebrows. "Do you have any black?" She held up her nails showing them how most of her own polish had chipped off.

"Girl, you are in desperate need of a manicure."

Chloe, Lilly, Miley, Sarah, Mrs. Davenport and the other six girls stared in disbelief as Renae followed them.

"Well, they weren't being much help anyways." Miley said as she turned back to Mrs. Davenport. "Okay, so, we're stuck here, with no food, the guys are in their cabin with no food. And Oliver is in the lodge alone." Lilly looked away as Miley said the last part. She sniffed a little and felt a sting in her eyes.

Oliver paged through the laminated phone numbers once more. There wasn't any clue to where the numbers would go through at. His first thought was to look for the girls' cabin number, but he couldn't remember which cabin they were in. So, he dialed the number for the guy's cabin, though he knew since it was Mr. Corelli's cabin, he could pretty much assume it would be a waste of time.

"Uhhh. Hello?" came the voice on the other end of the phone. Oliver recognized it to be the voice of Nathan, the guy who was talking to Jake right before Oliver smacked him.

"It's Oliver, I'm in the lodge. Can you put Mr. Corelli on?"

"No, actually. Mr. Corelli is, like, going insane. He hasn't had anything to eat in 8 whole hours. Apparently he's never done that before." Nathan answered.

Oliver sighed. "Can't you just tell him that I need to talk to him? I would have to say that getting out of here is more important than eating a donut every hour, on the hour."

"I'll try..." Nathan said before setting teh phone down. Oliver could vaguely hear the muffled conversation between Nathan and Mr. Corelli, and he also recognized the voices of the other guys, he could tell they were planning an escape route.

"Oken, I NEEEED a donut! I can't think with out the doughy, frosted, sprinkly, goodness." Mr. Corelli sounded like he was about to cry.

"Mr. Corelli, do you want to be responsible for the deaths of innocent 8th graders?" Mr. Corellia whimpered, Oliver's sign for a no. "Then we have to figure something out. I personally do not want to die a popsicle."

"Mmmm, popsicle... I mean, um, er, what are your suggestions?" Mr. Corelli stumbled over his words, obviously wishing he had a popsicle.

"I don't have any suggestions. These landlines work, but the cell phone connections won't go through. I'm worried about the girls. Nobody has any food except me. We need to figure out how we can all meet up and make a plan."

"Isn't that kinda impossible? We're snowed in. The doors won't open. We can't get out." Mr. Corelli insisted, as if it weren't obvious already.

"Maybe there's another way..."

The girls had long given up on an escape plan, and now they were just trying to keep each other sane enough to survive. Lilly was sprawled out on the floor in the main room, looking for patterns in the ceiling tiles. Miley sat on the couch, staring into the flames of the fireplace, which illuminated her brown locks to have an orange glow. Amber and Ashley were still giving Renae the "spa treatment", and Sarah was glaring at her best friend from the doorway, pratically spitting out the word 'traitor' as Renae giggled at something Ashley said. Chloe was in the other bunkroom, listening to her mp3 player while blankly staring at the wall. Mrs. Davenport and two other girls, Katie and Brianna, were trying to play Rummy, but they were hardly paying attention to their own game. The other four girls sat in a corner together, though no one had anything to say.

"Guys?" Lilly sat up on the huge rug. "Why are we all moping around like this? Just because we're snowed in doesn't mean we're gonna die."

"But nobody else knows that something is wrong." Sarah piped up from her position in the doorway.

"It's Friday," Miley pointed out. "We're supposed to leave Saturday night, and when we don't show up, I know for a fact that our families will come to make sure everything is okay."

"But how will they get up here? I bet the snow storm wasn't just around Snowflake Lodge. It probably was in more than just Colorado, too. So it will basically be a miracle if we get out here alive." Chloe had come out of her trance and was now on the couch next to Miley.

Lilly was now back on the floor, sorry she had ever brought the topic up. And as she stared up at the patterns in the tiles, the only picture she could make out was Oliver.

"I can't believe you talked me into this," Jake grumbled to Nathan.

"Well, we have to get out of here somehow. Mr. Corelli is driving me insane." Nathan crawled up in the passageway, helping Jake because of his wrist. "The ventilation (SP?) system was the only way I could think of."

"And where exactly are we going?" Jake asked as he tried to get a cobweb out of his face.

"You'll see."