First story of my life. To be honest I got nothing to loose. My life is like that. But before things get real depressing up in here, I don't own Frozen nor Rise of the Guardians.

Why?

I don't have the time and patience to develop stuff as awesome as that.

Let's get this party started!

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Isn't reading just amazing. Adventure, Sci-fi, Romance, Drama, Tragedy, Hurt and Comfort, Suspence, Humor, and the excitement never ends with every page. Even if one book is done, there's still plenty to lie around.

The characters fight for what they believe in. Even if the matter is essential or not. The humor books can surely brightnen the mood. Even the minor characaters, in their own way, play a big role.

Just imagine, fighting a dragon, crossing the mighty sea, winning the heart of your fated lover.

But of course.

Reality just doesn't think that way.

If onl-

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Well then.

I sigh through my mouth. The book in my hand came to a close at the same time my relative decided to intrude through the room.

"Elsa! It's dinner time!"

That's Jack. He's my extroverted, infuriating, doltish, brother. Long title for someone who's brain is a size of an ant, but I love him all the same.

I threw the book to the bed and stood up from my seat. "Do I seriously need to?" As ungrateful I sound at this moment, anything will beat sitting with-

"Miss Campbell would go beserk at you!" Jack shook my shoulders. I pushed him back slightly with a frown.

Miss campbell 'ran', as Jack would say it, this place. As much as an annoyance she could be...

She's still an annoyance, just worse.

Perhaps Wicked Witch of the West would fit.

"Yes. You need to!" Jack went behind me and started to nudge me closer to the door. I didn't want to go, But I also don't want to start World War 3. I side stepped another push to a shoulder, causing Jack to stumble face first to the floor.

Flawless.

I grab my book from the bed and walked out the door, feeling proud at my action.

"See you at dinner. Superman!" I closed the door laughing. The last time Jack ended up in that position was when he decided that he could fly.

He should cut down from those Dc comics. Marvel is way better anyway.

Don't tell him that though. He's gonna go Hulk smash on me.

The stairs creaked as I went down. On the last step, and energetic ball hit my back. Being a twin with Jack means at some point I'm going to end up doing the same ridiculous position as him.

Which is face flat on the floor. The only thing different was a hyperactive ball of energy named Olaf.

"HEY ELSA! Wanna hug!" He basically eats hugs for breakfast. I stood up and dusted my clothes. I turn around to face him, gave him a disapproving look before I hugged him.

He's stressful, but I think he's been through enough in his life to just be rejected by a little annoyance. I pull away and gave him a soft smile.

"Come on Olaf lets go to dinner."

I pick him up and walked to the dinner room.

Half of the foster home was already there, including Jack. How he got there before I did? I don't know.

Olaf patted my shoulder, signalling the end of the "Elsa Trian". I have yet know how these boys can make such weird titles and till this day I have made no progress what-so-ever.

"Elsa. Nice of you to finally join us." The mighty witch has spoken.

"Of course Miss Campbell." I sat down in the middle of two kids around my age who decided that mash potatoes could be snowballs.

"It's time to feast!" Jack stabbed his fork through the overwelmingly coated barbecue steak. At the same time a glob of mash potatoe hit me. Right. In. The. Face.

Are you kidding me I just washed it!

The pile of beans were in my hands in a minute.

Oh we will feast alright. Feast on your faluire

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Jack's P.O.V

This stuff is disgusting! I grab the soap and rub it all over my face. The beans were quickly washed off by the water.

I should've switched seats with Elsa the moment her eyes landed on that death trap. On the plus side, this was probably one of the most eventful dinner in a month.

That's right.

Dinner is as boring as documentaries talking about documentaries.

I would literally die because of that. I almost did, Miss Cambell decided it was a good way for to calm down. Aka, let's-slowly-give-jack-the-overwelming-urge-to-bash-his-head-with-a-pan-time!

Anyway, dinner would usually consist of awkward silences of us trying to aviod punishment from any workers around here.

Miss Campbell is the worst though.

The lavendar shampoo was gone from the shelf and onto my hair in seconds. I don't know what they use to feed us, but I think the ingredients are used at the very last minute of expiration and it stinks. Who cares if I smell like a girl, all I need is Bebe Rhexa anyway.

"If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be,

Baby it's meant to be,

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be,

Bab-"

"Oh my lords Jack! Shut up!!" Elsa yelled through the door, ending my epic show case. My fingers were pointing up and my other hand was on my hip, hips bent side ways and my face facing the other direction, to give me a look of a diva.

Who gives a darn when you look fabulous anyway.

I didn't even get to the Bebe part. The best part.

"Don't be jealous of my talent!" I snap my fingers. "I need to bathe as well!" Elsa banged on the door.

Geez woman.

"Fine I'm coming out! Don't twist you panties." You can pratically hear Elsa trying hard not to smash this door to smithereens.

Wolverine much.

I put the shower on cold and washed my face one more time.

Cool showers keep the skin fresh and clean. Anyways, after that I turn the shower off and went to look at the mirror. I grab my tooth brush and brush my teeth. I spit out the foams and grabbed the mouth wash. The chemicals swirled in my mouth. Spitting it out, it left a minty feeling in my mouth.

The last thing was to floss and then wash my face. I grab the floss and went to get the string...only to feel nothing. I look down at the floss to see it was empty.

Oh my fricking god Elsa and your OCD ways. This girl can use half of the thing in 3 days. I threw the floss away and went straight to washing my face.

I'm not going to lie I'm a bit pissed, this is the 4th time this short two weeks. Summer just ended, school is tommrow and I swear on my life, I don't want spinach to be in between my teeth on the first day of school.

A quick flash of red startled me. I wash my face one more time and leaned closer to the mirror.

White snow hair.

Sharp jawline.

Slightly broad nose.

Dark eyebrows.

And blue eyes...

I could've sworn they were red-oh wait duh- I hit the heel of my palm on my forhead-old lighbulb means bad lighting.

I forget to think things through sometimes.

I reached to grab a towel, but froze midway. An evil idea just crossed my head and im not going to stop it.

Smirking, I open up the door and march out. I tuned out Elsa's slight gagging noise. Why I did this? Well if you're gonna go big, then make sure you do it right.

Take that sis. This is justice!!

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I have yet found a way to make corrections easier and automatic but who cares. First chapter down with more than 1k words.

WOO-HOO!

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