The cold night air brushed against my cheek and I shivered. I was sitting on the twisted branch of a tree in my backyard. Though most 12 year old girls would be lonely or bored, I was different.
It was stupid summer again, which is the worst season ever! I am absolutely a winter type of girl.
My name is Lily. Well, my full name is Lilian Mariah Coe Welch, but that's kinda long. My parents thought it would be cool to have a long name. But it actually just caused me more bullying. I've always been a social person, but never kept friends for long. Everyone usually just gets mad at me for some reason and I have always felt alone. I stare at the stuffed U-Haul truck in the driveway next to my house. Oh great, another person to make me cry at night because I'm not good enough. As I saw that there was only a grown man and woman come out of the car I was relieved that it wasn't some cheap kid who was gonna fill me with lies. Then I noticed something so extraordinary and amazing that it would change my life for ever: there was a boy. He was riding ON TOP of the fricking car, and he was calm about it, laying on his back looking at the the sky. He had a large snowflake, about the size of a human hand floating above his nose. He froze it and it fell onto his face with a smash that the couple apparently couldn't hear. Was I the only one noticing this? Then I noticed his attire. He was wearing brown pants with string tying up his his calves, and he was wearing a dark blue jacket with frost lining the edges. Who is this guy? And why is he here, outside MY house? As the boy sat up, he pulled off his hood and stretched. His hair was so blonde, it looked white. Actually, it WAS white! I jumped down from my tree branch to get a closer look. I walked forward a little and hid behind another tree that was in the neighbors back yard. He looked about 17, way to old for me. Damn, he was cute tho. I blushed, then sighed. What was I thinking? A guy like that, liking someone like me? Not a chance. After a few seconds of hiding behind a tree and watching from a distance, I turned my back to the truck. I sighed. This is a dream. It has to be. I looked and he wasn't there. I came out from behind the tree and looked around.
"Where'd he go?" I wondered aloud.
"Don't worry, I'm right here," I heard a sassy-smart ass voice from behind me. When I turned around, there he was, with his icy blue eyes staring back at me, floating mid-air on a shepherds staff. He spun his staff around, landed back on the ground, and leaned in do close I thought he would kiss me (something in which he wouldn't do) and whispered "Lilian Mariah."