I OWN NOTHING! Nope, in fact I suck because I do not own it!

This will be in my OC's POV =3

December 27th

My name is Wynter Rose Oxford. Daughter of Preston and Veronica Oxford, and heiress to the Oxford Suite's fortune. Starting today I am officially eighteen! Tomorrow I will learn more about the family business.

The door of my room opened as I rolled on my side, propping myself with one arm before lifting myself up in a seated position.

"Happy birthday, Wynter." Mother chirped, placing a bright pink package with a fluffy orange bow on my lap, I smiled, looking at the present and back to them.

"Go ahead. Open it." Father said as I squealed in delight, removing the top of the box, pulling out a gorgeous golden knee length formal dress with a sweet heart neckline, and one shoulder sleeve. The neckline was decorated with chocolate diamonds.

"It's beautiful! Thanks so much!"

"There's more, look under the tissue paper." And I did, revealing golden high heeled sandals. I gave an excited squeal.

"Thank you mother, father!"

"We want you to wear that for your party tonight."

"Oh I will!" there was a moment of silent as I admired the dress.

"Your grandmother is here." Father began as I groaned. My grandmother was the only member of our family who hated me, besides my younger brother, Quentin, but sibling rivalry is normal.

"Please try to get along with her." I sighed.

"I'll try." And with that they left. I rolled my eyes. Slipping out of bed, I walked to my closet and pulled out my outfit until this evening. I glided on a candy pink sparkle flutter sleeved top over my head and a light blue pettiskirt that was just an inch above my knees. I slipped on some light blue sneakers, applying a bit of mascara before taking a breath, opening my door. I stopped partially to turn towards my window giving a smile.

"Just in time." I whispered, admiring the snow that softly fell. I loved how it looked more beautiful on my birthday every year for as long as I can remember. I walked down the stairs of the mansion, stopping in front of an elderly woman at the bottom of the stairs, sitting on a chair next to the door of father's office.

"Hello, Mrs. Burton." I greeted, she gave a kind smile.

"Good morning, Wynter." Mrs. Burton was my nanny when I was very little, she sometimes would mistakenly call me Amber, claiming that I looked so much like her deceased daughter, who was murdered mysteriously. She stopped working here when her legs became bad. I was about twelve.

"By the way, happy birthday, Amb…" She stopped, looking down with tears trying to escape.

"I'm sorry, I mean, Wynter." I felt really bad for Mrs. Burton.

I looked on the table next to where Mrs. Burton sat at a small white, shiny box with a light blue ribbon.

"I found that on your doorstep." Mrs. Burton said as I smiled.

"It must be from my secret admirer." I mumbled, loud enough for Mrs. Burton to hear.

"You have a secret admirer?" she teased as I smiled.

"Well…I think so. I mean I get a present on my doorstep every year." I looked at the tag, decorated with pictures of snow angels.

Happy birthday Wynter Rose. Was written on the card in calligraphy as I lifted the top of the box, pulling a silver choker with a snowflake charm covered in glitter.

"It's so pretty." I gasped in awe.

"A pretty trinket, for a pretty girl. You're very lucky, Wynter." I smiled, clasping the choker around my neck.

"I'll see you around, Rosie." I said to Mrs. Burton, walking towards the door to the dining room. Stopping at the door, I heard a conversation between my parents and the old hag who was my grandmother.

"You really shouldn't give our hotel to some girl you found on your doorstep." My grandmother said, I rose my eyebrow. Giving our hotel to some girl? Surely not! Mother and Father made me heiress.

"She is legally ours." It was mother's voice, as I gave a deeper listen. What were they talking about?

"Only the Oxford family blood should be heir or heiress to the Hotel. Quentin should be heir, not…Wynter." She said my name in pure disgust. But…what did she mean? I'm have Oxford blood in my veins! Stupid old hag.

"Wynter may have been adopted, but she is our daughter." It was father's voice…wait…

"ADOPTED?!" I screamed in shocked, opening the door, my parents stood up from their chairs, as tears welded in my eyes.

"I was…adopted?" I could tell my mascara was running, but I didn't care.

"It took you until now to figure that out?" the old hag said coldly.

"Mother. Please." Father said, before turning towards me.

"Wynter…" he began

"Shut up." I said as the woman who called herself my mother placed her hand on my cheek, I just slapped it away.

"Don't touch me!" I ran out of the parlor, crying. Rosie noticed, but was unable to stop me, due to her bad legs. But I didn't care…I wanted to be alone.

That's when many questions ran through my head. Who were my real parents? Why did they abandon me? Did they love me? Or not?

I wanted to go out, but I didn't want to face my so called parents. I needed the cold, crisp fresh air. I ended up grabbing the fire escape ladder, climbing out of my window.

I walked around town, apparently all day, for it became night so quickly it seemed. Plus I was in the slum part of the town, so I must have really been lost in thought. I really didn't know where I was…

The streetlights flickered off, I couldn't see. I became…scared.

"It's been a while, Wynter." I turned around quickly at the sound of the Australian like voice.

"Who's there?" I asked, freaking out. I still couldn't see.

"No need to fret, Wynter." The streetlights came back on, but I still couldn't see who was speaking to me.

"Who are you? And how do you know me?" My heart began to race, as I started backing up, bumping into something furry, I turned around to face these white monstrous creatures! One grabbed me stuffing me into a bag, but I have no clue what happened, it felt like I was being thrown at a very far distance before landing on what felt like hard wooden floor. I began kicking and screaming, trying to get out of said velvet bag. I was too scared to know where the opening was.

"You should've thought this through. She's scared to death." It was the voice of a woman.

"It was a great opportunity. She was alone. Not in the mansion, or around people." It was a large sounding man that time.

"She shouldn't even be one of us! She's mortal!" Teenage boy, definitely.

The bag slowly opened as I crawled out in caution. The surroundings seemed magical, so many wonders.

"Are you okay?" I looked towards the source of the feminine voice.

"AH!" I screamed, falling on my bottom, crawling backwards away from…what…was that thing? It was like a mutant hummingbird human hybrid! And it's flying!

I'm dreaming! That's the only logical explanation! I began to hit the sides of my head with my fists.

"Wake up!" I exclaimed, this dream was starting to freak me out. I began to tear…I wasn't waking up.

"Whiny teenage girl…" I looked over at a teenage boy with silver hair and gorgeous blue eyes that looked familiar, he seemed to be annoyed in me.

"First off, you're not dreaming…second…" but I stopped him.

"Wait a second. First off, I'm older than you! Secondly, I'm an adult! I just turned eighteen! And thirdly…" but he stopped me.

"Wait…older than me?" he began laughing, "I'm almost 300 years older than you!"

"You don't act…" I stopped, "Hold on a second. 300? That's impossible!"

"Yeah, and you're a guardian. That should be impossible!" I just rose my eyebrow.

"I'm a what?"

"I know! A mortal who is a guardian!"

"Jack, please." It was the hummingbird hybrid, she turned her attention towards me "Wynter…you are very special. Man in the Moon chose you to be a guardian."

"I-I-I'm not understanding…" I began, "First off…who are you…what are you? And more importantly…what's a guardian? How can I be chosen? I didn't sign up for anything like that!"

"A guardian is protector of children." It was the large man.

"And Manny chose you! Stupid on his part." It was the 300 year old teenager.

"Hey! What's your problem?" I asked, stomping towards him.

"You're my problem!" he replied, as he rode away on some…snowflakes? I didn't want to know. I just wanted this all to be over.

I SUCK! Just R&R and if you can…constructive critic! =D I do not accept flames ;A;