Note that instead of making a new article for every part I'll just edit this post and add onto it.
 

Part One

The bitter cold snow stung my face, the long walk not yet half over. I wished I was home, in my nice warm bed. I've had enough snow for one day. Walking through a snow drift it was hard to realize this was even a road, although I'm not even sure I'm still walking by it... I hate winter. I hate Christmas. Because of it I'm waist deep in snow, my fingertips are frostbitten, and my car and mom are miles away.We were on our way home from a Christmas Eve party, though I didn't want to. The blizzard made me feel uneasy and I told my mom we should wait and see if it slowed down by tomorrow. She said that we had no place to stay and insisted on going, and it led to this. We had a wreck with a semi which had tried to swerve around us, but tipped over on the slick road crushing the front of the car. Luckily, I was in the back seat, but my mom was in the front and unconscious with at least a few broken bones. She was pinned with her arm smashed in the wreck, but she was breathing and alive. My only choice was to go out and get help, so here I am, most likely doomed to this acursed snow.

Part Two

For a moment I was sure I saw a pair of headlights in the distance, but I must just be seing things. Through the snow it would be impossible to see anything more than a couple of meters away. I looked up at the sky and watched the snow swirl down around me, thinking I'll never make it home. This road has woods on one side and a 20 acre field on the other. The only way I could tell where I was going was following the tree line. If only someone would come down the road and pick me up. But what's the chance of that? It's almost midnight Christmas Eve. Everyone is in bed, asleep... Where I should be. I swore to myself if I ever get to a town alive I'll never celebrate Christmas again. Then I remembered my mom. It struck me that if she were to wake up and notice me missing, but not be able to search for me, who knows what will happen to her? I should have stayed with her. And what about the truck driver? I wish I thought about these things before I left, hours ago. All I could do is hope the truck driver helped her out and they got a ride to somewhere safe. If only that were to happen to me... I kept on walking the direction of the nearest town. I knew this area fairly well, as we travel through here every weekend to visit family. The road up ahead turns nearly 180*, so maybe if I cut through the woods I could come out on the road on the other side to save a half hour of walking. It could be dangerous, but I don't care. I'll probably die anyway, so I may as well. My eyes strained for the woods... but where was it? It struck me I had wandered away from the road and I couldn't see a thing from where I stood, other than snow. I looked behind me, you could hardly tell anyone had been walking here. What do I do now?

Part Three

My only choices were to double back and try to find the treeline, or to keep walking and hope I come upon a town or someone to help. After another ten minutes of walking I noticed the ground getting steeper. I had just been trying to keep my face covered in my scarf, and not looking where I was going. Now that I look up, I see I'm walking up a steep hill. Were am I? I'm freezing.... Maybe I can remember how to make a snow cave to keep warm until morning. If I had a shovel, or a snowboard, that would help very much. But of course, I don't and I must use my hands. I can't even feel my fingers. Then I remembered my backpack. Of course! I had a few books in it that I could use to dig. I unzipped the backpack and removed a algebra book. I never liked algebra anyway. I found a semi-hard packed snow pile on the side of the hill and started digging upwards and forwards to make the wind-proof entrance.

A half hour later my snow cave was finished. The sky was fading slightly from black to dark navy blue now, but it didn't matter. I needed rest. It is so warm in this snow cave away from the wind. I'm probably dehidrated from walking all night. I had a water bottle in my backpack but of course it's probably frozen. I got it out and tucked it under my coat to melt it enough to take a drink, then slowly drifted off to sleep......

Part Four

I woke up the next morning gasping for breath. I start digging my way out of the snow cave, running out of air. The cave was very warm now but the entrance had been blocked last night by the blizzard. The snow is much deeper and it's getting harder to breathe. If I don't get out soon I'll pass out and die! I have to dig faster! Harder! Finally I pounded my back on the roof, which broke through. The view was beautiful. The snow is sparkling, the blue sky is showing, and the warm sun is shinning down on my face. I could now see the treeline about a fifth of a mile away from this hill. The hill I am on is huge, I don't remember seeing it from the road before. But oh well. This snow is very deep, standing on the floor of the cave its almost up to my shoulders. I bend down and pick up my backpack and put it on. Realizing how thirsty I am I remember my water bottle. I take it out of my coat, it's mostly melted now. Ah, the cold water tasted great. I need a better way to get across this snow instead of trudging through. I think I have a long piece of tring in my backpack.Maybe I can tie the books to my feet to make snowshoes.  Five minutes later, the snowshoes where strapped onto my boots, ready to go. I climb out of my snow cave and start walking across the snow. These snowshoes keep me from sinking more than a foot or so. Now I must decide, should I find and follow the road, cut through the woods, or go back and find my mom?