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My name is Jack Frost. Nobody believes in me, or at least they didn't.
It was a typical December. I wanted start winter at home, her home. She seemed to love the snow most of all, but she still couldn't see me. She was the most amazing girl I had ever known.
*Flashback
A little girl, about six was playing in the snow all bundled up. "Alex, don't forget your scarf, Jack Frost made it extra cold today.
"Who's Jack Frost?"
"He's the one who makes it snow. Now take your hat." Alex grabbed her had and went back to making snow angles. Hmm… I blew into my hand, forming a snowball and threw it at her back.
"Hey!" she giggled, looking right at me.
"Sorry kid… wait you can see me?" she nodded. I can't believe it she can see me! And hear me! "I'm Jack Frost," her eyes widened.
"You make all the pretty snow?"
"Yeah, you like the snow?" she nodded again and without warning threw a snowball at me!
"Hey," I threw one back at her. We spent the day having a snowball fight, making snow angles, and sledding. It was the best day I had in a while. We kept it up for a couple years, but then more kids moved to the neighborhood. She had less and less time for me. When she was eight, she forgot all about me. She couldn't see me anymore, or hear me or anything.
*End flashback
That was ten years ago. I missed her, but I always visited her. She still loved the snow, that's what I love about her.