Behind the fridge door: Chapter 8

Today, I  had an idea.  I tore a page out of this book, and wrote on it:

Help!  We’re in a box next to the fridge, and we can’t get out!

-Cameron

P.S.  Please tell Laura’s mom where she is. 

Then I made it into a paper airplane, and, just like Sammy taught me, threw it in the direction of my hole.  It only fell a foot away!  Now we just have to wait for them to do something.  Laura has borrowed some paper from my notebook, and spends most of her time drawing.  She is uite talented.  She and I have almost completely given up on the fridge.  Almost, but not quite.