Chapter One: Jack Frost
Winter. Christmas is near and you are excited. Snow is everywhere you look. There's probably enough on the ground to have a good snowball fight with your closest friends or the kids of the neighborhood. So you decide to stop being a loner in your room who stares out the window all day. Pulling on a nice warm jacket, comfortable fur boots and head downstairs. You pull out your phone and call your two best friends to come have a long needed snowball fight. They weren't doing anything and were at your house in 10 minutes.
"Mom, I'm heading out!" you yell while you were halfway out the door.
" Be back by seven! We have your father coming over for dinner today!" she hollered back.
You nodded back to her and ran out the rest of the way. You headed out with your friends to the park where the snow is accumulated the most. That's the great thing about living in Burgess. You get lots of snow every winter.
You met up with the kids at the park. They were already enjoying the icy cold day with making snowmen. Your friend's faces instantly brightened as they laid their eyes on the cute kids of the neighborhood. They ran off to play with the kids as you walked over to a good spot and started to make a small fort for yourself. It was quite peaceful until a snowball hit your back with an audible 'SMACK'. You froze. Everyone turned to look at you. You looked back at the area where the snowball came from, but no one was there. You shrugged it off as someone who ran off after the throw.
" M'kay, who threw that?" you calmly asked as you prepared a few snowballs yourself.
Everyone shrugged, but with a scared look in his or her eyes. They knew you would get even, somehow. And you did by throwing snow at everyone. And it had your desired effect.
They all ran away to prepare their own snowball arsenal behind a wall, which were begging to be taken down by a volatile throw by you, for revenge of course. Not because you wanted things to be fair. Oh no, it had to be for revenge. You sculpted snow "missiles" and hurled them at everyone. Lots of laughing and bursting of snow ensued as a war raged on. You teamed up in two groups, you and your friends versus the 8 kids. So far you had the least hits from them, and you were dominating. That is until they threw their saved up volley of snow, making kind of like a tidal wave aimed at you three. You all laughed as you were buried in a freezing cold. It was pretty heavy and dark, but you still were laughing with your friends underneath.
When the three of you stopped laughing, so did the kids. They got worried and went closer to dig you up. When a little boy named Josh ran to help, you popped out and tackled him to the ground. He gave a surprised yelp and fell down with you giggling. The others tried to run, but your friends, Emily and Cailee ran and tackled two other kids. The rest had gotten away back to their fort and started throwing snowballs at you to keep the "Yetis" away.
Once they had all calmed down and the three of you weren't considered "Yetis", you sat them all down to tell a story. Your friends had to leave because they had some chores to do. You decided to tell them about Jack Frost. How he controls snow and ice, how he brings winter to the rest of the world, and that he was the feeling you get when the cold hugs around you, nipping at your nose.
" Is there a Mrs. Jack Frost?" they all asked in unison.
" Hm, well, I don't know. There might be? Sorry, I've never seen her," you replied.
They all got excited when you ended Jack's story and started a story about Santa Claus, but their parents said it was late and they should go home. There was groaning and complaining about not wanting to go home just yet and wanting to hear my story, but with promises of dinner, they went home happily. You waved them all goodbye and started on my way home when you felt a chill run on your face, and it feeling especially cool on your nose. Huh, Jack Frost is nipping at your nose. You just shrugged it off as a cute coincidence and checked the time. 5:30. You had a little while, so you pulled out your hidden sketchbook and pen from your jacket. (A/N you're a totally bad ass ninja =P)
The scene around you was very peaceful, the sky a medium dark blue, street lamps are on and flickering. You were pretty much oblivious to the rest of the world while drawing. After quite awhile, you looked at your phone, and it said 7:00. You had to get home soon. You re-jacketed your book holding your finished drawing and walked home, oblivious to the pair of icy crystal eyes watching your walk.