Chapter 1
"What are you doing?" asked Carla, flying over to where Frances was. "Practicing how to wrap presents." She said looking up from her work.
"BORING!" said Carla rolling her eyes. "No one ever those anything fun around here." As she said this, Carla leaned on the wall. Frances giggled. Jenna passed past them, struggling with some tooth boxes her mother, the Tooth fairy had sent her. "Well, we all have to practice for when we become our parents. I, for example, have to start practicing how to fly, or else I won't be able to pick children's teeth." she said fluttering her wings.
"And I," Said Frances. "I have to practice wrapping presents, or else I won't be able to wrap them in time for Christmas. She paused looked around and stopped on Clover. Still looking at him Frances stood up and walked toward him. "What are you doing, Clover?" she asked. Without looking Clover said something so low, that even Frances dint herd him. "What? said Carla, putting her staff over her shoulders. Clover sighed and stood up. "I said that I'm working on my egg painting skills. Easter is just a week from now and I want to help my father with the egg painting." He folded his hand as if it had been obvious. "Oh, okay!" said Carla who was now floating in the air as is she was lying down. "Carla, aren't you supposed to be practicing?" asked Jenna looking up. The others looked at her to. "Practice what? My father just throws snowballs and have fun all day. I wish I could be with him." Carla let out a sigh. "Being a guardian in training is soooo boring." Her voice sounded really whiny. Frances, Jenna and Clover looked at each other. Then, back at her. "What?" she asked looking suspicious. "Nothing!" they all said at once. Then they cracked up.
The next day, when Carla woke up, the first thing she saw was he father's face. "Dad, what are you doing here?" she cried as she ran next to him. "Nothing. Just checking on my kiddo." Her father said. But Carla knew him to well. "Dad?..." she said, raisin her eyebrows. Her dad laughed and threw a snowball at her. "Just kidding!" he said, "I'm actually here to take you and your friends on vacation. In honor of my little girl's 15th birthday!" Carla had forgotten all about her birthday. Just then, her friends walked in the room. "Hey, why is it so cold in here?" asked Frances shivering. "What are you talking about? Carla and her dad said at the same time. When Jenna saw Carla's dad, she giggled. "That explains it! Hello Mr. Frost. Bringing the cold weather I see." As she said that, she started pouring coffee in her mug. Carla's dad looked confused. "What is she talking about?" he asked Carla. Carla just shrugged her shoulders. Frances took Jenna aside. "He and Carla are used to the cold, remember? They can't feel it, so please don't mention the cold in front of them." She snapped. Jenna nodded.
The vacation day took forever to come. Carla could not sit still one second. "Aren't you going to pack your bathing suit, Carla?" asked Jenna, taking out hers. "Cant. If I go in the water, I'll freeze it." Carla responded, doing a double loop in the air. Frances elbowed Jenna in the ribs. "Ow! Sorry, thought the cold power thingy dint work in the water." Jenna whispered angrily. "Everyone ready?" asked Carla's dad, coming in through the window.