The night drew darker and as it drew darker, it drew colder. As the wind came blowing, the small girl who was walking between the buildings drew scared. Not because of the dark, but because of her parents. What kind of parents would let a 9 year old walk home from the store alone? Rhea Hamilton's. Rhea Hamilton was a small girl, who feared everything. She walked quickly through the alleys, her small mind kept playing tricks on her. Making her think that there was someone behind her. The sound of footsteps echoed through the wind and Rhea tried to hold back tears. Why was god so cruel to her? Making her live like this? Making her look like this?

She forced herself not to turn around; she clutched the grocery bag tighter. But something grabbed- no, something ripped through her jacket and pierced her skin. Before she could scream something covered her mouth. Tape. Her brain was scattered, her eyes could see nothing but darkness. Her heart was pounding, pounding so hard she was scared that it might rip through her chest.

She felt hands, more than one pair of hands running over her jacket. Ripping open her jacket. She could hear someone ripping the bag, the products flying over the cement. Then, she could finally see the light, she saw 3 people, she wasn't sure if they were men or women but she knew they were evil. They stood over her like shadows, and looked at her as if she were a meal, and she was afraid she might become one.

Then something ripped through the air and hit one of them in the side of the head. A snowball. They looked around frantically their voices becoming muffled. Another one came through, and another one. Until it became a full on snowball fight that only one side was playing. Rhea just sat there too shocked, too scared to move. Then she heard the police sirens and she knew that she had a guardian.

6 years later.

Rhea sat in her room, her black hair pulled back into a loose braid. It was a snow day today, one of her favorite days. Not to hang out with her friends- since she didn't have any. But to go stay in her room and catch up on her writing. She had on a pair of thick black glasses, she only wore them when she wrote. She didn't need them, she just thought they made her look more professional. Rhea sat crossed legged on her bed, her laptop sitting in front of her, the Word Pad blank. All her life she wanted to write happy, cheerful books that made children smile. But she could only write dark, horror stories that no one liked to read.

She slammed her laptop down in frustration and kicked it to the end of her bed. She sat there in silence, a sound she became close to. Then her window creaked open. She cocked her head to the side in confusion.

''I thought I locked that?''

She shrugged and left it open, the cool breeze feeling good on her hot skin. Climbing off her bed and standing in front of her window, she saw children laughing and playing outside, she also saw some kids from her school outside. But they would never hangout with her. She was too much of a freak. They had told her that many of times. Rhea glanced over at her full length mirror in the corner and walked in front of it. She didn't get why people didn't like her, she wasn't fat. In fact she looked anorexic. Then she looked at herself-face-to-face and exhaled deeply. It was probably her eyes that freaked everyone out. They were two different colors blue and green. But it wasn't her fault she looked like this, it has His.

It doesn't matter she keeps telling herself, you don't need friends, you only need yourself.

She stared at the window, she swore that she locked it the night before. Maybe it was Old Man Winter's way of telling her to get outside and enjoy the snow day. Rhea threw on a grey sweatshirt and her blue beanie.

''I'm going to enjoy today, It is my snow day after all.''

Jack sat on the end of Rhea's bed watching her criticize herself in front of the mirror. He had known this girl her whole life and all she did was care what other people thought of her. He thought she was beautiful but it didn't matter what he thought, she couldn't see him. As Rhea grew older he knew her chances of believing were growing dimmer. She believes in the rest of the guardians, just not him.

''Why is it always me?'' He groans flying up so that he could stand beside her. He waves his hand in front of her eyes.

''Hey, Rhea!'' he calls out, but she doesn't answer, she just stands there.

''At least go outside and enjoy the snow day I made for you!'' He says, chuckling.

Hello, I hope you like the first chapter! Don't be scared to review and give some constructive criticism. Next chapter should be up soon!