I hated my family. Hated, hated, hated. My parents were always fighting, my brother shut us out of his life and moved out as soon as he could, and I was stuck with my parents. One winter, it all changed. I learned how to ice skate and used it as an excuse to get out of the house. I often skated at a small pond near my house in Burgess, Pennsylvania. Not many people knew about it, my friends and I were always the only ones there, and them rarely. I was walking there, my blue skates that matched my hair slung over my shoulder, when I saw something in the trees. Something human sized, pale, with white hair. It disappeared as quick as it appeared. I shrugged it off and kept walking. My boots sunk into the deep snow and I pulled my hat farther down over my ears. "Don't want Jack Frost nipping at your nose, Maysee," I chuckled to myself and arrived at the pond. Pulling off my boots, I sat on a log that was there. I put on my skates and laced them up, then moved to the ice. I saw the thing again- confirming my thoughts that it was human- sitting in the trees. I skated closer to it, coming to a clean stop halfway across the pond. "Hello? What are you doing in that tree?" He ignored me, and I skated closer, coming to the edge of the pond. "Excuse me, what are you doing up there?"
He still ignored me.
"I said excuse me!" He still wouldn't listen, so I kicked the tree he was in, making it shake a little, but hard enough so he fell to the ground.
"Hey, woah! What was that for?" The boy, probably around my age, fifteen or sixteen, wiped snow out of his white hair.
"I asked you what you were doing here and you ignored me." I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Well, I was sleeping."
"In a tree?"
"Yep. It's what I do. I'm Jack Frost by the way. Nice little comment about me nipping at your nose, earlier." The boy smirked. "Who would you be?"
"I'm Maysee Marshals. And did you say Jack Frost? As in the like winter spirit?" I raised an eyebrow and his smirk grew even larger.
"In the flesh. Actually, i'm surprised you can see me. People stop believing at usually 13 or 14. So, Maysee, what's up with the blue hair?"
"Well, Mr. Frost, if you must know, I have blue hair simply because I like blue and I hated my boring brown hair." I flipped some of my hair out of my face and moved back onto the ice.
"Getting formal with the names, are we, Miss Marshals?" Jack smiled and followed me onto the ice. "I see you skate. I used to skate myself, back when I was mortal. On this very pond, to be exact."
"Yeah, I skate. So how long ago was mortal?" I twirled around the pond, facing him.
"300 years, give or take. Way back before Burgess was even a proper town."
"Wow. So, Jack, if you're real, are the others real too? Like Santa and the Tooth Fairy?" I stopped smoothly a few inches away from Jack.
"Yep. I could take you to meet them, but it's nearly Christmas. Christmas Eve is today if I'm not mistaken." Jack leaned towards me a little bit, taller than me by a few inches.
"That's correct. I was planning on staying up all night to see Santa, trying to prove he was real. Guess I don't need to do that now that you already proved it." I pulled my white hat farther down on my head; my ears were getting cold.
"Oh, you can still meet him. I know the perfect way. Just follow me."