I had always believed in things that I knew weren't real. The fact that I believed with all my heart that they were out there made me able to see things that others couldn't (not that I knew that at the time, mind you) I told myself that my mind was playing tricks as it so often likes to do. That it couldn't be what I knew it was.

When I was the last to bed (most nights as it would seem) I would turn off all the lights. As soon as the room went dark I felt like someone was watching my every move. By the time I get to my room I feel better, safer, and then I'm not scared anymore.

Christmas Eve I hear thick boots walking around my house. I know that it couldn't be my parents as neither of them own boots like that, but as soon as I start thinking about it I forget and go back to sleep.

I never slept very well at night. The dreams I have are bad, when I do dream at all. I am always thankful for a dark and dreamless night. When the nightmare do come though I always wake up before the worst part and when I lay back down the dreamlessness takes over. I've always known that someone was looking out for me.

Sometimes I see flowers where I shouldn't. The middle of a sidewalk where there isn't even a crack for it to grow in. The highway median would have to be the most odd. I even saw one in my room once; beside it was a beautiful egg with my name on it. I've also seen fur in my house that I knew shouldn't be there, I don't have any pets. I only see the fur close to Easter though, which I found odd, but never really questioned it.

The things I do question happen during winter (my favorite season.) When the first snow comes, more often than not, I see the shadow of a person. Almost as if they were flying over the town, but as soon as I look up, it's gone. I walk passed a field close to my house where the younger kids and I have snowball fights and see the small piles of snow waiting and ready, but no footprints. I see pictures in the frost on windows that my friends cannot. My favorite to see is of a little girl and, what I guessed to be her brother, skating on a lake that's frozen over. When I try to show someone, the pictures disappear. Like someone had wiped the window clean from the outside. I would raise my eyebrow to the because most of my day is spent on the second and third floor of my school.

At the time most of these things I just brush off, telling myself that it's just the writer, or the child, in me that want them to be real. So you might be able to imagine my shock when I see a boy fly by my classroom window.

It was a cold winter's day, shortly after the first snowfall of the year. I was looking out the window, wishing I could go out and have a snowball fight with the kids (my friends all say that they are far too old for childish things and we haven't had one yet.) I wasn't really listening to anything, but my own thoughts. That's when I saw it. A boy who looked to be about my age flew by the window. He had white hair, a blue hoodie with frost all over it, his skin was so pale that it was almost scary, and he didn't have any shoes. It looked like he was sitting on the wind. He glanced over and saw me watching him. He outright stared at me, that's when I saw his eyes. They were so blue; they looked like ice on a clear lake that had frozen over. He waved at me like he was testing something and I waved back happily. At that he fell off his wind chair, when he stood up his mouth was open and it made me giggle. He made hand motions for me to come outside. I had to shake my head no. I pointed to my watch and held up three fingers. He smiled and nodded then flew away. I hope he got that I couldn't leave until three.

I asked my friends if they had seen the white-haired boy, but they just looked at me like I was crazy. I started to think that maybe I was.

The end of the day came faster than I hoped for. I got my books and a hoodie of my own (the cold never really bothered me) then I walked out the front doors to my freedom. The first thing I saw was my little brother talking to the barefoot teen. I walked up to them and put my hand on Jamie's head to ruffle his hair.

"You doing okay, bro?" I asked him with a little giggle.

"I'm great!" He told me with a huge smile on his face and a glint in his eyes that meant that he was up to something. The older boy watched the exchange with a small smile on his face. I waved to him like I had just a few hours before. Again his mouth dropped open at this. Jamie turned to look at me with wonder in his eyes this time.

"Who's your friend, Jamie? And why is he barefoot?"

"You can see him!?"

"Yeah, he nearly gave me a heart attack earlier today when he went by my classroom window. Why? Should I not see him?" Jamie and I laugh a little at this, he knows that I see things most others can't. "Maybe that's why I can." I laugh a little more.

"This is Jack Frost." He points to the boy then to me "Jack, this is my big sister." At this he turns to me again. "He's barefoot because he likes to feel the snow under his feet." He smiles after, having answered everyone's questions for the moment. I stare at Jack. I've heard all the stories, but I never knew that he was real. Sure I'd believed in him with all my heart, I just didn't think I'd ever meet the guy. As I'm thinking about all this I hear Jack and Jamie talking.

"I didn't know that you had an older sister?"

"She's not really my sister. She lives next door to me, but act like it so we just started saying that we were." Jamie shrugged.

It wasn't that big of a deal, it was a small town and everyone knew how much we meant to the other. After the explanation Jack turned to me. I still couldn't believe it, he was real. Jamie had told me all about his friend Jack and what had happened over Easter. I didn't think it was real though. I had to make sure, to know that this wasn't a joke. I reached my hand out slowly and went to touch his cheek. He stood there and waited for the touch. When my hand was on his face I knew this was no joke. His skin was colder than ice and he seemed to move into my hand for the warmth (I couldn't be sure, I thought I was going a little crazy.) Jamie was giving us an odd look, but the only thing I saw were Jack's eyes.

"I still don't know your name."

I jumped at the sudden sound of his voice (it was deeper than I thought it would be) and pulled my hand away from his cheek.

"Luna. My name is Luna." I smiled at him and he returned the favor. He held out his hand for me to shake. I did, his hand just as cold as his face. I was still in shock about the whole thing. Every time Jamie told me about his friend I would always asked why I've never met him. He would look around, as though the other had just been there, and say that I had just missed him. That's when Jamie's voice broke through to my ears.

"Can we have a snowball fight? I'll get the others!"

"Sure, kiddo." Jack and I said at the same time. I blinked at him for a moment before I smiled and went after my brother.

"Careful" I called to him "You don't want to slip and fall!" Jack flew by and winked.

"I wouldn't let him." I stuck my tongue out at him. I couldn't help it. He acted the same way as the only boy I had ever loved; I never actually met him though.

It's a short story so I guess I can tell it quick. There's a story that I've always heard. Jamie's mom would tell it to me, it's my favorite. She said that it's been passed down in her family for over 300 years. It was of a boy who saved his little sister from falling into a frozen lake. She would say that this boy was fun made of fun itself, he could always find something to laugh about, and he was brave beyond belief. He wasn't scared of anything, even that day on the lake. He kept his head and saved his sister by playing a game. The part I hate is the ending, the boy died. When he pulled his sister off of the cracked ice he slid onto it himself. He drowned making sure that she was okay and happy. It happened over 300 years ago, but I fell in love with a boy named Jackson Overland.

So there's that back story. By the time I had finished my thoughts we were at the battle grounds with everyone. We were just standing a staring at each other, just like how we start every fight. I blinked and was smacked in the face with a pile of snow. I looked around at all of Jamie's (and my) friends. They all pointed at a smirking Jack. I put on a wicked grin.

"Oh, it's on." Thus the war had begun. We played until well after the streetlights had turned on. It was mostly Jack and I vs. the younger kids, we didn't mind though.

When I noticed how late it was getting (thank goodness it was Friday and our school breaks started in the morning) I had to tell everyone that it was time to go. I got aw's and puppy eyes (even from Jack), but their parents trusted me to get them home safe. I knew it would take a while because I had to make sure everyone got there okay so I walked them all home. Jamie chatted with his old friends while I talked with my new one.

"I have to ask, all the stories that Jamie has told me, did they really happen?" I saw Jack smile at the memories as he flew next to me.

"Yeah, the kids believed and we saved the day."

"So, how many people can see you now?"I wondered this because after something like that you would think people would know who he was. He frowned a little, thinking.

"Counting you, eight. Jamie, Sophie, and all his friends. No one else believes." As he's talking he stops flying above me and starts to walk next to me. I smile as I loop my arm through his, ignoring the cold.

"Well I'm glad that I made a new friend today." He turns and smiles at me, grateful. I tug on his arm a little.

"Come on, we have to make sure that the kids get home okay."


A/N Okay so this is my first story for this fandom and also the first flowing story that will have more than one chapter. I gave this to my best friend to read because I thought that it sucked. She told me that it was amazing so i put up here for you guys. Please tell me what you think (Nicely please!) as it always helps my writing to be better. Love you guys and hope that you have a wonderful, magical, Gardian filled year!