Oh yes, part 2 of my story! I've been pretty busy during my vacation time, but most of the time i was freaking out about how i was going to let this story continue.
For people who haven't read my first story, "The wonders of reality", go check my homepage and read that first. If you don't, fine by me, but you probably won't have a clue about what's going on and they will wonder how Marie and Jack met.
So i hope you'll enjoy this first chapter.

"Marie, time to get up" I hear my dad yelling from downstairs.
"Hrmfpphh" I mumble and pull the covers over my head. Oh no, he's coming upstairs.
"Wake up birthday girl." he says as he comes into my room. He sits on the bed.
"Come on, don't you want to get any presents?"
"Yes, but I don't want to be 17" I say as I sit up. "Now get out."

My dad looks at me, slightly hurt. He walks out but at the door he looks back ,pouts his lip and whines like a dog.

"out!I have to get dressed." I giggle and throw my slipper at his head. It nearly misses.
"All right, all right. I'm going." he raises his hand in defense and closes the door behind him.
It's always been just me and my dad. My mother was killed about 3 years ago by Pitch Black, after she refused to stay with him. It's been almost a year since I found out.
Today is the december 1st, which means winter is about to arrive. It's also my birthday, but I really wish it wasn't. I'm 17 now and I am about the same age as Jack Frost (well, technically he's 321 years old)
Jack Frost is the spirit of winter. He creates frost, snow, blizzards, cold wind and well, snow days. Jamie, a little kid that lives in my village, helped me believe in Jack. And me meeting him set out a chain of events. I never knew how my mother died, and I believed that Jack would help me find out what happened. He didn't know, and I got angry. So I went to Pitch. He however tricked me, and told me in order to get my answers, I had to help him find Jack. I agreed and...i let Jack get captured. I found out what Pitch had done to my mother, and, I don't really remember much of it...but I got in a fight with Pitch and got hurt really badly. Jack managed to get me to the hospital and made up a story about what happened so the nurses wouldn't freak out.
Jack felt bad about what happened, and after I got out of the hospital, winter was ending. I was able to say goodbye to Jack though. All I have left of him is a little bell, that I keep on a string around my neck all the time. People at school sometimes ask me why I have it, and I always tell them "It's a reminder."
I miss Jack more then anything in the world, but winter is almost here. He should be here soon.
I walk over to my calender and grab a red marker. Red crosses are drawn on every day.
"Only twenty days 'till winter." I say to myself as I cross over November 30th and flip the calendar to december. A weird picture of a kitten wearing a santa hat is shown, why do I even have a kitten calendar? I'm more of a dog person...
I sigh. Seventeen years old, only one more year and i'm officially older then Jack. That is the main reason why I hate my birthday this year. The other reason is...i always get weird gifts. Last year, it was this kitten calendar. With a thump I let my head hit the wall. On the 21st, I have drawn a small snowflake. I stare at it. I hope winter starts early this year...
"Marie, are you getting dressed?" my dad yells.
"Yes!"
"No you're not! Get up, get dressed and get down here!"
Oh, he knows me so well. I quickly grab a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a vest and I get dressed.
"Took you long enough." Dad says as I walk into the kitchen.
"It's my birthday, I can do whatever I want." I mumble.
"Yes, but you have exams to study for." he sings, annoying me. And that on my day.
I let my head fall on the kitchen table. "Morning is evil."

"Should I just put your toast on your head or shall I wait for you to move?"

"Two seconds" I point up two fingers. "Okay, i'm good."

I lift up my head and a plate with toast and jam is placed before me.

"Bon appetite." dad says and ruffles my hair.

"You know, I kind of miss your pink hair now."
I used to have pink hair. I dyed it in a ver angry driven spur. I miss it too, I liked it better then my natural brown hair. But I think it's for the best. My hair was kind of getting ruined from dying it so often.
"Ou said ou ated i" I mumble, mouth crammed with toast.
"Very charming dear." dad frowns at me. "Anyway...I never said I hated it. I just never understood why you liked it."
"Dad, i'm a teenager, I need to fight society in some way."

"Yes, then I believe my birthday present isn't such a good idea."
I look at my dad interested.
"What is my present?" I ask curiously.

He gives me a cheeky smile and gets up. "Wait right here."
Moments later he comes in, not holding a package, but a keychain with a key I have seen many times yet never touched. He dangles them in front of me.
"You mean...?" I stare at him in surprise.
"I haven't used my older motorbike in years, you know how to ride it. So I guess it's about time I gave it to you." he grins.
I jump up from my chair and fling my arms around him. "Thank you!"
"Ah, but, there is a catch..." he says, pushing me off of him. "No riding on the highway and you can only start riding it after you exams are over."

"Deal! Best Birthday gift ever."
"Yeah, and that is why I gave you that calendar last year. That way, this gift would be the best of all."
"Mission accomplished I must say."
I finish eating my toast and go back up to my room.
I hate exams, they start in a few days, so every weekend I have to study. I'm in my senior year now and I still have no idea what I want to study once I go off to college. I'm mainly focussing on my exams now. Everyone else at school keeps talking about how they can't wait until they can go to college so they can party and stuff. I want to go there as quickly as possible because I want to get away from this awful school.
So I guess the next few days are just going to be filled with school, studying and exams. At least there is a bright side to all this.
Jack will be here when it's all over.

So, good start?
I apologize if my choice in genre isn't correct...i'm not good at choosing genres! I didn't really do it right in my first story, but i'm just going to leave it like it was before.
And i guess the name of the second part of my story is pretty lame too...but i don't really care, i'm bad at naming things. Like my username, what's the deal with that? Either I illegally download ice-cream or i just like pirates and ice-cream.
i'm ranting again aren't I...?

Read you soon!

Love,
Theicecreampirate (oh god, what was i thinking when i chose this name...)