Jazzmin cracked her neck as she copied down what was on the board in front of the classroom. Mr. Schmit was making his rounds, making sure all the students were taking their notes properly. He liked them done a certian way. "Try seperating your ideas with dividling lines." He recommended to Jazzmin. She looked from her notes to him. "Did you put down the different sections we went over?"

"Oh...there wre parts?" Jazzmin asked nervously. She had her own way of taking notes and sometiems it made no sense to anyone else.

"Yea, see, you have 'born with lungs' under habitat." He pointed out, taking her pencil and drawing a line.

"I take notes better ona computer..."

"Well, we don't allow laptops in class now do we?" Mr. Schmit asked as the chinchilla in the back of the room began running on its squeaking wheel. He walked to the front of the room and changed the slide, earning a few groans. "Ask your neighbor for the notes tomorrow or today after school, these aren't due till friday." He said. The chinchilla ran faster, making the squeaky wheel squeak louder. Everyone chuckled and looked back at it as the teacher just stared at it with dead eyes before spitting his gum out onto the desk. Everyone stopepd and looked, even the chinchilla stopped. "See? I have asserted dominance over the chinchilla." He said without cracking a smile. Mr. Schmit would do weird things like that all the time. Jazzmin remembered that when she was late the first few times and had given him her hall pass, he had taken it, placed it in his mouth, chewed it, swallowed it and digested it. He also sometiems ate the ocasianal eraser given to him by a student.

"By spitting your gum out?" Jazzmin asked.

"Yes, it shows I am the dominant one." As he said this the chinchilla began running on the wheel again. Mr. Schmit picked up his gum and threw it across the room, it landed on the lab table the chinchilla's cage was on but the chinchilla still ran. "Jazzmin, I know you have carrots, feed it." Mr. Schmit said, changing the slide again.

People said the chinchilla liked Jazzmin best because she fed it carrots and no one else did, or when they did they shoved them into the bars and left them there and the poor chinchilla didn't know what to do. Today as lunch they had small bags of baby carrots and jazzmin fished out two out of the twelve she had - she was happy the lunch ladies didn't pay attention since she was only allowed two. Jazzmin went to the chinchillas cage and emptied the two bags outside of its little igloo. The chinchilla stopepd running and watched her before moving to the orange vegetables. Behind her, the guinea pig, which she had named Rehab due to its insatiable desire for carrots, began to literally scream like a pig, demanding carrots. Jazzmin when back to her bag, pulled out six more baby carrot bags and emptied them all outside of his igloo as well. Rehabe would drag on into his igloo, eat it noisely, then drag another one in systematically.

"Remember to sign up to take an animal home." Mr. Schmit reminded them a few minutes before the bell rang. Jazzmin had done so already, signing up to take either the ferret, bearded dragon, quinea pig, hamsters, or the leopard gecko home. She loved this class because of all the animals and had named every single one of them, although the names changed over time if they exibited a new personality trait. The chinchilla was Celery because it nibbled a lot, the rats were Twinkie, Ho-Ho and Snowball, disdinguishable only by their fur colors and the bearded dragon was Jack, named after the winter sprite Jack Frost, because he was so 'chill'. As the bell rang Jazzmin set her form ont he desk and lef the room to go to her locker, or as everyone in school called it "The gateway to Narnia" given that it was so filled with clothes and books no one understood how it even closed. When it came to cleaning day everyone gathered around her locker to see what wonders it held. Once she opened it and a baggy of Velveeta cheese fell out, no one, not even Jazzmin knew how old it was, so it was carefully placed in the principals desk, the baggy cracked enough to let the smell out.

Jazzmin stuck her hand behind the mess and felt around for her hat and then her gloves, which were always mismatched. She didn't mind, although it drove her mother berserk. Finding what she was looking for, she shoved her back in the locker, since she had no homework, and hoped the left over carrots didn't rot over night.

Walking out into the crisp air, she wondered how she would get home. The bus was probably crowded by now and she hated sharing a seat with someone. Her grandma might get mad if she walked home but Jazzmin had a list of excuses ready. "I missed the bus." "I lost my bus pass" "I thought today was art club/book club". She had everything planned as she began to walk.

Jack strolled ontop of some powerlines, watching the hard black rubber freeze with frost under his feet. Below him, school buses rumbled and teenagers scampered home to do their homework. Jack was considering giving them a snowday tomorrow, but he knew that with these kids, they'd sleep in and stay inside playing video games. This generation SUCKED. As he watched, he saw a girl in a brown jacket stroll under his powerline. Jack watched as she skipped, landing only when there was no snow. "My snow too good for you?" Jack chuckled. The girl stopped and looked around her when he spoke before moving on her way. Jack narrowed his eyes at her in confusion. Did she hear him?

Jack swooped down and walked behind her. "Hello?" He asked before floating into the air over her head. The girl again stopped and looked behind her, htis time longer before she turned around, shaking her head. "Can you hear me?" Jack asked again, smiling brightly.

"Yes, jeez, I hear ya! Now where are you!?" The girl growled, looking around feircly. "If Joe put you up to this I won't spare your sorry ass." She warned.

"Up here." Jack said, waving. The girl hesitated before looking up through her eyelashes. Jack smiled down at her and floated upside down. "Do you see me?" He asked softly.

"Yea. You're pale, white hair and ice water blue eyes, wearing a slightly dark blue hoodie and brown pants." She said, counting off on her fingers. Jack was speechless for a moment before busting out in laughter.

"She sees me! She actually sees me! You see me!" Jack cheered, doing loop-de-loops int he air before landing in front of her. "You see me!"

"Duh, why wouldn't I?" She asked with a smile.

"No one else can se- I'm Jack, by the way, Jack Frost." He said, stretching out a hand.

"I'm Jazzmin, call me Jazz." She said, taking his hand. It was cold, like he had just held it in a bucket of ice water for a few minutes.

"You have no idea how happy I am that you can see me, it's been years!" Jack exclaimed, floating next to her as she walked.

"You're Jack Frost? The Jack Frost, right? 'Jack Frost nipping, at your nose'." Jazzmin sang.

"The one and only." Jack said proudly, brushing off imaginary dust off his sleeves. "You know about me?"

"Sure do, I watch a lot of TV." Jazzmin answered.

"So you believe in me." Jack said happily, floating on as she stopped to allow a car pass her.

"Sure do! I aslo believe in the Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny and Santa." Jazzmin said, catching up to him.

"How old are you?" Jack chuckled, floating lower to get a look at her face.

"17." Jazzmin answered, spinning in a circle.

"And you still believe?"

"It's the only magic I have in my life." Jazzmin answered, touching the snow for a moment before shaking her head and moving on. "One more day and the snow will be perfect."

"Sorry, todays weather was just for airy snow." Jack apologized.

"No worries, I can wait." Jazzmin assured, stopping to press the cross walk signal. Jack stopped next to her and rocked and and forth on his heels. "Aren't you cold?" She asked, looking at his bare feet.

"I don't get cold...ever." Jack said, widening his eyes on the last word. Jazzmin laughed and watched the cars go by.

"So...what are you doing today?" He asked. He had nothing else to do today.

"Tonights a winter party at the park, I'm gonna go to that." Jazzmin answered.

"Can I come?" Jack asked, floating upside down in front of her face. Jazzmin laughed and stopped in front of him.

"Sure, not like I can stop you." Jazzmin said.

Jazzmin walked with Jack a few more blocks before stopping in front of her house. "Um...wanna come in?" She asked, gesturing at her home. Jack scratched his chin in thought, looking at though the choice was a hard one to make.

"Mmmmm, I don't know...Ok." He said at last with a smile.

Jazzmin smiled warmly and led the way inside. Jack landed on the ground inside and looked around.

"Cute place, a little small though." He muttered to himself with a smile.

"Really? To me it's the biggest place in the world." She said, taking her coat off and hanging it behind the bathroom door. She was wearing skinny jeans and a tight blue turtle neck sweat the color of Jacks hoodie.

Jack looked around, setting his staff ina corner by the door. "LIve with your grandparents or something."

"Just Grandma, Grandpa passed away a few years back before I was born." She said, heading into the kitchen and picking up a small bag of Oreos and sitting on the counter. Jack smiled as he looked around, touching something every now and then. There were collectable spoons hanging from the wall by the door, German Beer mugs on a ledge that divided hte living room from the dining room and an old wooden table in the middle of the dinning room. "Grandpa made that table himself." Jazzmin said, plopping an Oreo into her mouth. Jack ranh is hand over the smooth wood that had a few stab marks from a knife in, frost forming where his hand once was.

"Who did this?" He asked, fingering a heart on the table. It looked like someone made it with the prong of a fork, stabbing individual holes that looped around into the shape of a heart.

"Me, it's kinda my mark. I make hearts where ever I go, and always the same, with a stick or a fork, anything I can use to stab the design in." Jazzmin said, crumpling the bag up and throwing it into the garbage.

"Pretty cool house, and that's coming from me!" Jack laughed, strolling passed her, headig to two rooms that lead off from the dining room. "WHo's room is that?" He asked, pointing to a blue room as he entered it. It seemed to be ocean themed. A strip of foamy wall paper, six inches wide, wrapped around the whole room and dipicted dolphins jumping out of the water or swimming under it, above it the wall was painted sky blue, while below it, it was like a light blue/lilac. The bed, a simple twin, had a canopy over it that was covered in fish and starfishes.

"Mine. I got a thing for water and the ocean, especially sea creature." She said, touching the creepiest thing in her room: a crocodile head on her dresser. The little thing couldn't have been two years old before its head was chopped off. "I wanna be a vet, help animals who need me." She said, ehr eyes becoming dreamy and distant and she traced the needle like teeth of the crocodile.

"So you have a siembodied head of an animal in your room?" Jack asked, sitting on her bed.

"A little strange, I admit, but I love surrounding myself with animals, living or deceased and stuffed. It was either that or a pair of shark jaws." She said as thought he choice was simple. Jack laughed at her and picked up a snowglobe the cubby that made up the headboard of her bead. It was a seen with dolphins dancing happily around a wave. "What about you?"

"Huh?"

"What's your story?" She asked, sitting next to him and looking at him expectantly.

"Not much, I died years and yeas and years ago...I drowned after falling throught he ice of a pond, trying to save my little sister. When I woke up no one could see or hear me...except the Guardians."

"Who're they?"

Jack smirked at her, "Santa Clause, the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny. Oh, and the Sandman." Jack explained. Jazzmins eyes widened in amazement and she clung to everyword he said. "Anyways now I travel the world, bringing winter the all the good little boys and girls." Jack said, flopping down on the bed.

"That must be so cool!" Jazzmin said, bouncing in place. Jack laughed with her and lifted his top half off the bed, resting onhis elbows.

"Yeah... none of the kids can see me, though, I give them snow days and perfect snowman building snow and they don't even know who I am, I"m just some expression." He grumped to himself.

"Yeah, don't beat yourself up! Kids these days are little brats who only believe in video games, blame technology!" Jazzmin said, patting his knee. Her hand was warm and reasuring to him and he smiled at her.

"Thanks, Jazz."