You know what's funny?When your a little kid,you believe in anything anyone tells you,especially when your mom said she saw Santa stop by our house just to put the presents you asked for under your decorative Christmas tree. Or when your older brother says he knows the tooth fairy because he went out with her for a month. Or when your dad tells you the Easter bunny was sick this year,so he couldn't bring the eggs that we were going to hunt for. But it took me twelve years to realize that there is no way that those imaginary cartoon characters exist at all. I mean,really,do you know someone who could actually deliver all the presents to all the good little children all in one night? I highly doubt it. So either way,we all know at the end of the day that they do not exist,and it's just a bunch of bogus. Apparently,my ten year-old sister still doesn't believe me.

"PAM!"

Just ignore her,it's not six o' clock yet.

"Get up!It's pass 6!You'll be late!"she does this every morning just to bug me,she's lying.

"PAMMY-WAMMY!"goodness,she's so annoying. La la la la la...

"GET UP!"finally,I get a sharp pain,really hurtful one too,that made me screech in discomfort. Didn't take me long to realize I just got pounced in the stomach by Christina. My little sister of course.

"Christina!"I shout in frustration."I know it's not six o' clock yet."

"Yes it is!"She replies."Look!"

I follow my sister's small little pointer finger to the direction of my clock on my T.V. stand. I. am. Horrified. It's way past six. It's almost seven!

Crap! I thought.

I jumped straight out the bed and into the shower.

"Bye,sweetie!Have a good day!"my mother yells."Kay',bye!" I yell back.

It's like this everyday,going off to school. Watching the children cross the the snowy roads in their warm and cozy winter jackets,probably talking about what they're getting for Christmas this year.

Gee,I wonder what I'm going to get for Christmas. I'd have to decide and tell mom. A kid as happy as a monkey's uncle,runs by skippity-hippity-hop smiling a BIG smile.

"What?"I ask.

"It's a snow day. No school."

"No school?"mom mimicked.

"No school." I mocked.

"Cool!"Chris jumped excitedly.(we call her that for short.)

"I just can't believe school was canceled with out any notice..." mom said worried.

"Sure it's nothing."

"Yeah,I'll believe that one,Pam."

Mom's definitely overreacting. Not a big deal. I rolled my eyes as I ran upstairs with Christina following me.

-Hours later...12:00 p.m.

Noises. Don't like them at all when I'm trying to sleep. This racket I hear is annoying me. I turn over in my sheets pulling the covers over my head. I can still hear it. I shoved the pillow case around the back of my head and covered my ears.

BAM!

What in the...

"Sis?What was that?"A sleepy Chris wakes up all jacked,with bags under her dark brown eyes.

"Nothing. Go back to sleep."I assure. As soon as she dozed off,I was already down stairs with a 20 pound weight ready to knock out what ever burglar,pervert,or what ever kind of person it is wondering around our house. I saw a shadow,as soon as I had him in bull's-eye, I tossed it. With all my might,too. I looked as the shadow fell,and ran towards it. It was...a boy...a boy with white hair. Spiky white hair...