Chapter 1: No more lying

I sigh and pull my jacket closer around me as the winter blows on me without pity. Why was our town always buried in snow people always ask. I will tell you why. Our town in the main victim of Jack Frost's anger. Yeah I said it, jack frost is real. Even the adults here have seen him, but i have not. Maybe its because i try to look at every thing but up at the sky. I stomp my shoes before i went into my little house where my super protective mom stays. She jumped from she was sitting in out little living room and caught my face between her hands. "Are you alright sweetie? Oh did Jack give you a cold? Oh please don't tell me you got into another snow fight! You could have got injured!" She shrieked in my ear as i took off my scarf and jacket. "Mom, calm down. Breath in...out." My mom does as i say and follows me into our kitchen. "Yes i got into another snow ball fight, mom its just snow. It cant kill me..." I turn to see my mom flinch as she took cookies out of the oven. My dad was caught in a terrible snow storm a few years ago. The last thing he said to me was that Jack helped him. But how? Jack was the one who caused the storm, that killed my father. I have hated him since.

"Sweetie?" I shake my head to get image of my father out of my head. My mom studies me with worried eyes, she knows what i was thinking. She always know what i am thinking. "I think i'm going to go to bed a little early today mom." I start to climb up the stairs as my mom calls out of the door "But sweetie, we are going to have a visitor...he really wants to meet you. Please can you come down when he gets here?" I sigh and look down at my mom. She has gone through as much of pain, maybe even more than me. "Ok...but only this once." My mom smiled and squealed in delight clapping her hands "Ok! Trust me, i think you two will get along. He's going to be staying with us for a few months." So now she tells me!

I go into my room and close my door without turning my light on. I look around my messy room as i take my hair out of the braid i always keep it in. I shake my hair out as i pick up a poster of Justin Bieber and put it back onto the wall. I sort through my clothes, suddenly my window was blown open and cold air filled my room. I run over and fight against the wind to close my window. Just before i closed my window, i swear i heard a chuckle and saw a pair of icy blue eyes.

Jack:

He sighed as he landed on the ground in front of a small house. It looked sort of...normal. If it wasn't so...sad. The shutters were a dark red and the door to the house was black. The rest of the house was a bright red, which sort of creeped him out. Why did North choose this place? He knows that he ran into the man of this house a few years back. He held the poor guy get to his house as the snow storm blew around them. But a week later, jack visited the man at his funeral. He remembers seeing the wife crying as she kneeled in front of the grave of the man she loved. Her bright red hair blew in the winter hair as a little girl stared at the ground. The little girls hair was dark but was streaked by the red hair that came from her mother. The woman stood and held onto her daughters pale hand and the both walked away. Now, he doesn't know if either of them would forgive him for not saving that man.

Jack climbed the littler stairs and knocked on the door. He only knocked once when the door opened wide. Standing there was the woman, she had a big smile on her face as she looked down at the young guardian. "Hello, Jack im so glad you came! I'm Merida, but my daughter is upstairs, she will join us soon. Come on in!" She turned and Jack took a step in, at least it was more colorful inside the house. There were a few reds, but no black. Jack put his bag down on the ground as he looked up at the lamp a few feet away from him. "Come on." He turned to see Merida already in another room. Jack ran after her as he heard a door slammed above his head making him jump. "Oh, don't worry. It's just my daughter, she doesn't like being quiet much... cookies?" She held up a plate to Jack as the smell of sugar went up his nose. North would like this woman, Jack shook his head and smiled.

"No thank you, i'm sorry if this is bothering you." Jack stuttered as he rubbed the back of his head. "Oh no, not at all. Actually i'm honored to have you staying here!" Merida smiled and looks up at the stairs with a even bigger smile growing on her face. "Jack, i would like you meet my daughter, Coraline meet Jack." At the top of the stairs stood a girl who jack couldn't take his eyes off of.

Her eyes were a dark violet at seem to look into his heart. Her hair fell down her back in graceful waves and stopped at her waist. He could see red streaks in her hair that matched the shirt she was wearing. He held his breath as she smiled a little. "So, you are the great Jack Frost, great to meet you." She walked down the stairs and looked up at him.

Caroline:

I glance up into those blue eyes that pierced me. It took all my power to not start to swoon. He looked a few years older than me, around sixteen. "Hey."He said as he looked down at me with a smirk on his face. "Um, i think I'm going to check on the food." My mom almost ran out of the room as Jack leaned against the wall. "So, why are you here?" I cross my arms over my chest as Jack's eyes took me in. I fought against the action to shiver. "I'm here for a vacation, you know we need a brake sometimes. It takes a lot of work to entertain you." I laugh as i shook my head. "Well, maybe you shouldn't work so much." Jack chuckles as he picked up his bag and ran his hand through his silver hair. "Can you show me to my room?" I nod as i walk up our stairs still feeling Jacks eyes on me. I opened the door next to my room. It was like any room, had a bed, tv, bathroom, clock, anything a person might need. "Here, welcome to your room." I start to walk away as Jack grabbed my arm. Even though it was said his skin was to be as cold as ice, it felt as if some one just set a wild fire off. "Why are you so...it seems like your mad at me" I laugh without humor. "Because, i think i just woke up in my worst nightmare."