Why am I starting a new story when I already have two stories? Very excellent question. Anyways, saw the movie Rise of The Guardians and this idea wouldn't leave me alone since then. Might take this down if I don't come up with anymore ideas or it doesn't get very popluar, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there. Anyways, this is my OC Lyric, and this is just the prologue, so more information will come in the next chapter. Anyways, review, tell me what you think, and blah blah blah...


"Psst, Lyric!"

"…"

"Lyric!"

"…ngh.."

"Lyr, if you don't wake up, I'll tell mommy about that party you went to without her permission!"

"Alright! I'm up…I'm up," I yawned, stretching my arms up and popping my back. Looking around my room, I realized it was still extremely dark and absolutely no sunlight was pouring through the windows, no birds outside chirping, no clatters of pans and pots downstairs, and most of all, no smell of bacon being sizzled on the stove. So, exactly, why was I up? My little sister, Paula, was still in her My Little Pony pajamas by my bedside, the little snot who woke me up from my wonderful slumber. I was really warm underneath my covers, too! "Wait, wait. Paula, why'd you wake me up? It's not even morning, and there's no bacon, so just go to sleep." I poker her forehead on the words "no bacon" and laid back down with the covers over my body again.

The little brat instead pouted and decided to rip the covers from my body and bunch them up, then walked over to the window. Since for some reason she knows how to work a window at her age, she turned the knob and pushed it up, and held my blankets outside menacingly. I sat up and froze - any move I made could determine the fate of my beloved Powerpuff girls sheets (hey, I still remember the good old shows). Hugging my knees to my chest due to the breeze coming from the window, I sighed and asked, "What do you want?"

She still held my sheets outside the window and replied matter-o-factly, "You have to stay up with me and wait for Santa Clause to come down the chimney."

I scoffed, "Um, no thank you, Paula. Now just give me back my -"

She chose that moment to drop then catch them again, feigning shock. "Woah! That was close!" she whispered, eyes big and innocent. I had stood up and was about to jump for them out the window until she caught them again, my eyes wide. She turned to me again, a cutesy smile on her 7-year-old face. "Lyric, you will stay up with me, won't you?"

I inwardly groaned and nodded, holding my hand out for my sheets which she happily returned once I had agreed. Wrapping the large blanket around me, Paula led me downstairs "quietly and sneakily", as she put it, and we passed the dining room and my parent's room. Finally, once in the living room, we sat down on one of the couches and waited for Santa Clause to come out through the chimney and deliver the anticipated presents to my sister and I. The lights on the tree were amazingly bright and yellow, and the large tree was decorated with random ornaments of every shape and color (courtesy of my sister), and each family member's own ornament. Paula's was Tinkerbell, my mom's was Maleficent (don't ask why), my dad's was a hammer, and mine was a light blue music note with tiny sparkles and snowflakes on it. Looking over to Paula, her eyes were glued to the chimney; she really wanted to see this guy give her her presents. At times like these, I really see the resemblance between us - the brown hair (hers is always in two pigtails), the big, brown eyes, and the tan skin. Not to mention we're both masters at getting what we want.

I stood up, "Wait a minute, Pau." I left into the kitchen, grabbing a box of Oreos and pouring two glasses of milk into her My Little Pony cup and my Powerpuff girls cup. Once I returned, her face brightened up and she eagerly took her cup of milk from my hand and watched me open the Oreo package. "I think Santa isn't the only one who deserves cookies," I said as she giggled. So there we sat, munching on our cookies and drinking our milk.

Paula bit into her 4th cookie and asked me, "Sis, when do you think Santa will get here?"

I gulped down some milk and replied, "I don't know, Pau. But whenever he passes the U.S., our house will be the first ones to get presents," I tapped her nose and smiled when she laughed.

"You believe in him, don't you? Because people at my school say that he isn't real. But he is! Right?" she looked up at me with expecting eyes pleading me to say yes.

I sighed. "Paula, those kids are butts. He is real, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I believe in Santa," I wasn't lying to ease her feelings. I really did believe in the old myth. I just didn't tell anybody. I mean, who couldn't believe in a guy who rides around in a sleigh with freaking flying reindeer delivering presents in one night? It was awesome! I've believed in him ever since I was a kid, along with the Easter Bunny, the Sandman, and, of course, the Tooth Fairy. One thing I didn't believe in was the Boogeyman - I mean, come on, a guy like that doesn't exist. He has got to have something better to do with his life than scare the crap out of little kids.

This seemed to satisfy her, since she went back to munching on her cookies and drinking her milk. "I hope he gets here soon!"

"Me, too."


Hopefully, I'll get ideas and stuff. Thanks for reading ^^