Hey so this is my first story ever! The beginning's a little slow but don't worry, it'll pick up.
This is just the intro so it's a short, two paragraph thing to set the stage...
So that's it, and away we gooo!
Jack looked up at him with a sadness in his eye. "I'm sorry, who are you?" That was it, that was the final moment that caused Jamie to crack. Jack didn't remember him and it was his fault. In one turn, Jamie's long coat made a flourish as he ran away, tears streaming his face. Jack looked on in confused wonder as Jamie retreated into the distance, watching his black coat until it was just a dark smudge on the snowy, white horizon.
Jamie slammed his fist onto his bedroom wall, angry tears still streaking his cheeks. How could this have happened? He shifted so that his back was to the wall and allowed himself to slide to the floor. It had only been a year or two since he'd seen Jack, how could this have happened? It was all his fault that Jack couldn't remember him, he knew it. He should have made more time to see Jack but he'd been so busy. Two years ago, Jamie started high school. Placing in the highest bracket of his class, the guidance counselors were all so eager to get him into as many high-level honors classes as he could manage. Always one for distractions, Jamie found his mind wandering for most of the first semester which wasn't a problem... until the midterms hit. The midterms for all of his classes took up the span of two weeks and prepping for them took over a month. Jamie was stuck inside for the beginning of the winter season and had to miss his favorite moment of the year; walking down to the lake on the first snowfall of winter. The exact same thing happened the next year, and what was terrible was that Jamie hardly noticed.
This year was different, though, Jamie had decided to ease up on his classes and focus more on figuring out what he might want to be when he grows up. He already had most of his credits so he didn't need the hard classes anymore. This year, he'd taken an art class and a photography class to fill in gaps of his schedule and the slower classes didn't have as stressful midterms as his other classes had had. Jamie was able to walk down to the lake on the first snowfall this year, but he'd noticed that something was awry when he saw that the lake wasn't thickened with ice. Ever since Jack was able to remember how he became Jack Frost, he'd kept the lake so heavily covered with ice every winter that not even one of the largest rocks near the lake could smash it, let alone a pair of skates. Looking down, Jamie had only seen a soft layer of frost that could have shattered under the slightest step. Then he saw him. Across the lake, Jamie saw Jack crouched in a tree, laughing as he made little flurries of snowflakes fall onto a little girl and her mother as they walked on the path below.