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Blue - Calm and confident aura. Blue also symbolizes creativity. This unique color can give a moody or an emotional aura.

Elsa Summers and I were never close you could say...

She's a sweet girl, don't get me wrong. But, she's very reserved and... mysterious. You wouldn't know unless you've met her. She's extremely independent; it's just everything about her makes you want get to know her better. Believe it or not, but, we used to talk to each other a lot. That is, before she left me.

"I can't believe she's back," said Hans, a friend of mine since the beginning of the school year. He takes an obnoxious slurp of his cafeteria milk then continues to speak. "I mean, I wasn't here last year, but I heard a lot about her."

"A lot of which are just rumors," I respond with whit, and a munch of my burger.

He scoffed, "Well, do you know why the famous Elsa Summers left in the first place?"

I didn't reply to his question, instead started to make my french-fries disappear into my tummy. "HA," he exclaimed, "you don't know why she left."

With a glare, I dump my leftover lunch into the trash, and slide my sweater on. My pulse began to quicken because it hurt to know that others were assuming all of these things about someone, when really, they had no clue what was going on with Elsa. As I place my heavy backpack on my shoulder, Hans grabs my arm, shoving me, forcing me to face him.

"Look, Jack," he says, "I didn't know that that would offend you, alright? I'm just flowing with the rest of the crowd."

"'Flowing with the rest of the crowd' doesn't have to mean believing what everyone says about an innocent girl," I snapped, and shoved my arm back, which forced him to let go of me. He looked surprised at my sudden action because he isn't used to seeing me this way. I take a deep breath and exhale, closing my eyes as my face turns back to its normal shade of pale than red.

"I'm sorry, bud. It's just-"

"Just what?"

I look down in shame, "I'm sorry for snapping at you." He smiles at the apology I offer him, and throws away his lunch tray as well.

"I guess, I should give you some time to cool down," he waves, walking backwards towards the halls, onto his next class.

I wave back, with a reassuring grin, "Yeah, I'll be on my way to math."

He smiles at me one last time, then swirls around to his regular schedule. I was not on my way to class like he thought I was going, instead, I managed to slip outside to the back of the school where nobody looks for skipping kids.

Usually when I arrive to my hideout, under the bleachers to the school's abandoned softball field, I find my blanket with my butt-mark still imprinted in it; a mountain full of old Pepsi cans; and a dusty pile of my little sister's old books by William Joyce. But, once I arrive to "Dr. Frost's lair"(yes, that is what I named my hide out) my blanket was perfectly folded, no butt-mark; my Mount Everest of Pepsi cans were in a Safeway grocery bag; and Pippa's old baby books were dusted, and stacked by title alphabetical order.

"Who the hell," I muttered to myself.

Within a second, I hear footsteps. Quickly, I react by hopping into a nearby trashcan. Not the best idea, but I manage to stay hidden. As I watch from a hole in the trash bag, and on top an expired pile of Thai food, the steps get easier to make out. Not even a minute, I see a girl miserably sliding her feet to Dr. Frost's lair. She had the palest skin and hair, her appearance was particularly familiar, but shame for me, I don't have the memory of an elephant. Plus it was surprisingly difficult to see out of the spilled milkshake I had last week.

She sighs, and plops on the folded blanket, and accidently knocks down the pile of books with the heel of her foot. It didn't look like she was aware because her eyes was covered with her small hands as she was crying.

"Why is it always me," she sniffles. When she takes her palms off her eyes, I could see her makeup smeared all over her eyelids and cheeks. With one last huff, she begins to relax, and hugs her knees. That wasn't just any girl, that was Elsa Summers.

Now what have I gotten myself into? With a brave sigh, I begin exit the trashcan. She appears extremely shocked that I fit in that bin of waste. Elsa's eyes widened, and exaggerated a long "what?"

"What the hell are you doing in my lair?"

"What?"

I shake my head, "Uh, sorry. I meant, what are you doing here?"

She rolled her eyes, "Wouldn't everyone like to know that?"

"I didn't mean it like that, Elsa-"

"You said my name."

I scrunched my nose, and furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "That's your name."

She looked down at her hands. "I haven't heard you say it in a long time."

"That's because you left," I stomped. I could tell there was a vain popping out on the side of my neck.

She stood up as if that would make me intimidated. "I thought you didn't mean that?"

"That's because- I didn't- you- ugh!"

She smirked and turned away. "It was nice to hear your usual complaints, Jack," she muttered.

Maybe it was an instinct, or a mistake, but I let her leave my presence. I was just shocked that she would be here. I wasn't ready to see her again. I know, I know, I was stupid for letting her leave me again. Once she left Dr. Frost's lair, I picked up the mess she made with the books. I'm guessing I'm going to have to clean a lot of messes of hers in the future...

When I enter our small living area, I can see Pippa jumping on the couch to her favorite K-pop song. I grab the television remote, then change the channel to my favorite, Criminal Minds. Pippa immediately stops with her awkward dance, and pounces on my back.

"What was that for, Jackson?"

I laugh at her complaints then push her off of me so she slides on the tan, cushioned, couch. "Just changing the channel to something worth watching," I replied.

She gave me a look of frustration, crossing her arms. "I'm not interested in watching the BAU catch psycho serial killers again, Jack."

"Why not?"

She squints her chocolate eyes at me as she gives me a look of sass. I reply by mocking her actions, puckering my bottom lip, clenching my eyebrows, and placing my fists on my hips.

"MOOOMMMM," she yells.

I glare at her. "Snitch."

In two seconds time, our mother enters the living room with a blue bandanna on her head, and a broom in her hands. "What, honey?"

"Jack switched the channel to Criminal Minds while I was listening to K-pop!"

Our mom rolled her eyes, saying, "Jackson Frost, give your sister back the remote."

At this point, my eyes were in the back of my head over this ridiculousness. Pippa smirked, and snatched the remote from my hands quicker than I can defend my side of the story. She changed the channel back to Hot Pink by EXID, and continued to dance to her tunes. But as she took a large whiff to retain her breath, she looked at me in disgust. "That really is you that smells like trash, Jack."

Mom's eyebrows raised. "Speaking of trash attitudes, Mr. Jafar, your math teacher, called me today and said you weren't there for fourth period."

I turned around on the couch, avoiding contact with mom. She approached me from the side of the couch with a disappointed look. "Jackson Overland."

"I'm sorry, mom."

She scoffed, turning back to the kitchen and yelled out from the sink, "Just go get milk from the gas station, and come back at 4:00, or else you're dead."

"Yeah, yeah."

As I grab my wallet, I can hear Pippa squealing on the couch, pointing at the screen in excitement. "Jack, get me that, get me that."

My gaze turned towards the T.V. to find a colorful commercial all about these crazy flavors of gum. Flavors with fruit, smores, even black lickerish. The brand was called Bubblegum Plazana.

"Whatever, Pippa," and left the apartment.

When I finally grabbed the milk, I decided to find that type of gum Pippa was fan girling about. Coincidently, I saw Elsa drinking an Icee and also looking through the types of Bubblegum Plazana flavors. I decided to approach her.

"Hey, Elsa," I greeted.

Without looking at me she says "hey" than takes a pack of Bubblegum P. Then shoves a piece in my mouth after she shoves one in her mouth. BLUEBERRY!

"You have to pay for that," I say.

She smirks at me, and pulls a dollar out of her jeans to set it where she got the pack of gum. "Come with me," says she.

She takes me to the Icee machine, hands me her cup that's already melted, then sticks her head under the opening to where the juice would come out and fills her mouth up with different fruity flavors. She's so fun, so creative, confident. Ever since now, she was emotional, now she's calm. This is the Elsa I know and miss.

Elsa Summers and I was always close you could say...

Blue - Calm and confident aura. Blue also symbolizes creativity. This unique color can give a moody or an emotional aura.