"I want to go inside!" yelled a little girl. She stood shivering on the third wooden step up to a cozy looking cottage that had smoke escaping out the stone chimney. The white slush of winter rested on her pigtails, covered every inch of her puffy pink winter jacket and managed to build up in her boots to dampen her three layers of socks. With her hands shoved into her coat pockets she shifted from foot to foot, to keep her bare legs from going numb.
Pyramids of already made snow balls, snow fortresses, and crashed snow sleds laid scattered before her in what resembled that of a war zone. Behind the towers of snow, her brother strategized with his team, occasionally eyeing the enemy, noting their every move. The stand still did not last long, with seven snow balls cradled in his arms, a kid charged into the open space. A snow ball crashed into his left shoulder instantly followed by one to his grind. He went down from the icy impact. Refusing to look weak after their friends brave (or foolish) suicide attack, the ammo started to fly till in was a full fledge battle field.
"I said!" said the girl after the realization that she had totally been ignored, "that I WANT TO GO INSIDE!"
Her brother, still concentrating on his game, yelled back, "what? We just got out here!"
"yeah, three hours ago!" she whined, "my nose is running and I can't feel my hands." Just then a snow ball went hurling at her face.
She turned to the direction it had come, "who throw that!" she roared. Everyone stopped and unsuccessfully tried to hide their laughter. She throw a scowl their way but eventually allowed for her glare to rest on the dark skin suicide bomber from earlier. He laughed the hardest and just so happened to be in the exact spot the snow ball had come flying. He noticed her look and said in between chuckles with hands up in defense, "It wasn't me, I swear."
"Jeez, Kim, don't pick on Vincent, it wasn't him and you know it." He turned to his other friends and muttered, "We all know the kid can't throw anything to save his life."
"Hey I heard that!" Vincent folded his arms in protest,
"Whatever, anyway, Kim just go inside no one's stopping you!"
The cold turned her cheeks, ears and nose bright red, it didn't seem possible but she managed to deepen the crimson of her face.
"Humph." She turned on her heels to head inside, but from what seemed like nowhere, came a thin sheet of ice glossed over the wood. She feel knocking her chin onto the upper stairs with her rear end bridged up at the sky. Her pocka-dot pants flashed for all to see.
The task of suppressing laughter became impossible.
"Greg!" she screamed, "I'm telling mom!"
Her brother, Greg, complained, "But I didn't do anything!" she raced into the house with him in quick pursuit.
He was right. He didn't do a thing. It was all me, Jack Frost. I throw the snow, I made her slip… all in the name of fun.
I laugh along with all the rest.
"Hey jack!" I turned around in disbelief. Did that kid just call my name? I'm greeted by the sight of a snow ball hurling right at me. I laughed ready for impact, "you really got m-" I was interrupted by that sickening feeling. The ball, instead of contact, it sailed right through me. Over my shoulder I look to see a little girl dressed in boyish clothes with her hair up in a hat get hit by the snow ball instead.
"The names Jackie, you jerk!" she said, balling up her own snow ball ready for launch.
"Oh, so it wasn't me." I said stalking away. I smirk, "of course it's not me, why would it be?" I wave my stick around for dramatic emphasis, then abruptly stopped, hunching my shoulders, facing the ground and sulked, 'not like I wanted to join anyway. It's just a stupid game with stupid kids, with stupid fun." A pause, "oh why can't they see me!"
It's the same thing wherever I go. No one sees me, hears me, or realizes I'm the one that brings the soft snow, the winter's wind, the good times! I hate it!
The worst part is I don't even know why. Five years ago, I just woke up one day by a lake, ever since my life has been in complete isolation. And these weird powers of ice and snow, which I honestly don't even know if I'm using it right. There were the guardians at the North Pole but they were always so busy, and they found me an annoying nuisance.
The kids continue to throw snow balls at each other. I float over to the fence and watch the other kids have fun. I'd spent the first half hour while the kids play trying to get involved, diving in front snow balls and everything but they'd just go throw me. I wanted to play too.
I stay on the fence watching them until they all go inside, and the moon rise to take the place of the sleeping sun.
I plead to the moon. I don't want to be like this anymore?