Hey guys! I don't want to bore you with some kind of sincere, heart-felt paragraph of how much I love you all (even though I do :3). Let's get straight to the point: This is my first story. I swear to you right now that the first chapters are really short and slow, but trust me, it gets juicer(; Based on the reviews I get, I will either stop the story or keep going. And also: IF THE PARENTHESIS HAVE A * IN FRONT OF THE WORDS, THAT'S MY AUTHOR'S NOTES. IF NOT, IT IS PART OF THE STORY AND IN THE CHARACTERS' MINDS! Thanks, and bye my frostlings ^-^!

Jess's POV

I grab my coat and walk outside with my guitar. A fresh breeze of winter air brushes back my hair and cools my smiling face. I stop and take a deep breath, looking at the beautiful and frosty scenery. Ah winter, my favorite season. How I enjoy its icy coolness. How gentle the sound is as snow falls. How it brings happiness to everyone around. How it reminds me of my parents.

My parents.

I shake my head, clearing it from the nightmares of my memories. I will not think about them during my entire winter break. Freedom from high school should not be wasted on agonizing memories and moping around like a wet dog.

"It's going to be different this time," I think as I grip my guitar tighter and continue walking to my favorite tree. However, as I get closer and closer to my destination, faint and tiny voices catch my attention. I turn around and watch as six little children (dressed up in their snow pants and heavy jackets) trot up to me.

"Where are you going, Jess?" Benny questions between heavy gasps. Out of all of the children in my neighborhood, I thought he was the sweetest and most innocent. His copper hair and blue eyes made it impossible to ever think low of him.

"I'm going back to my tree to play some songs. Want to come with me?" I answer, holding out my hand for him to take.

"Yeah!" Benny takes hold of my hand and begins dragging me towards my tree, calling behind him to his other friends: "Come on guys! Let's go! Hurry!"

I laugh and let him drag me, pretending to struggle and fall like he's too strong for me. Kids always made me happy. Their joyful ways and cheerful attitudes brought light into my dull life. And they also "helped" me practice my guitar songs whenever I had free time. (Really, all they did was sit there and ask me around a trillion questions about what the song was about..)

Finally, we arrive at my tree. As we approach closer, I watch how the bare branches sway in a faint breeze. Although winter takes the green away, it brings color back into my life. It holds long lost memories, good or bad, that reminds me who I am and not what society wants me to be.

A final yank pushes me onto a large, smooth rock underneath my tree and I patiently wait as the six children gather around me in a half circle. As they settle down, I pull my guitar closer to my chest and ponder about what song I should play for the anticipating children. Finally, I come up with a perfect song.

"Because Christmas is coming up and the weather is getting really cold, I'm going to play a song called The Christmas Song," I say as I slowly start to strum.

"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire," I gently sing as the kids stare at me with hopeful eyes. "Jack Frost nipping at your nose." I softly pinch Benny's nose and he pulls away, his eyes filled with new wonder. However, I continue finishing the sweet and short lullaby, leaving the kids in a daze. But of course, Benny has something to ask.

"Who's Jack Frost?" he questions me with his tiny, high-pitched voice. The other children nod in agreement, suddenly snapped back into reality and interested in the subject. A chilly wind blows over us, and the kids snuggle closer to me.

"Well, Jack Frost is the winter spirit," I begin. "He brings us all this snow and ice. Not only that, but he also gives us the happiness we feel as we play in the snow!

"Woooooow," they all mumble as they look at one another.

"And, you may not know, but..." I pretend to look around to make sure nobody else is listening and I lean in close. "He is always to first one to throw a snowball in a snowball fight," I whisper. Suddenly, I feel impact on the back of my right shoulder. I give a gasp and sit up straighter, shock filling my body. The slight coldness seeps through my jacket and all the kids giggle.

"Who threw that?!" I fake anger and point at a small ginger boy to my right. "It was you, wasn't it?" I scoop up a handful of snow and press it together, making a somewhat-round ball. Gently and playfully, I throw it at him and it hits him right on his chest.

"No fair, it wasn't me!" he exclaims and picks up his own batch of snow. Unexpectedly, I notice how all the children have picked up snow as well. Their target? Me. And in a blink of an eye, it's a blown out, free-for-all snowball fight.

First chapter: done! Please leave a review and/or suggestions on how to make my writing better! Thank youu.