A/N: Hellooooo people! This is my first story EVER on FF because I

finally decided to start a story, so some feedback would super awesome! People I have reviewed will know me by the name "BigB". Only my name is now BarbedWhire (because I am not only freakishly tall but also have hair that's wild and that stings) In this first chapter the character isn't Jack Frost or anyone you know yet. You'll find out HER name (emphasis on HER *ahem*), in the next chapter.

Enjoy! R & R!

I stared at the greyish-blue hue of the sky above me as I lay down on my back, ignoring the wet grass on the field. I could not bring myself to do it. The idea seemed foreign, a stranger coming to take away my relatively peaceful state of mind.

I could not bring myself to go home. After several years of boarding school, in a place miles away from home, you'd think I would be without a doubt overjoyed to see my family again. But I wasn't. I knew I'd feel horrible as soon as I did and that I'd never feel in the least bit in my element. If I so much as shared that thought with anyone, they'd probably look at me as though I were some sort of strange extraterrestrial descended from a world of heartless beasts. Usually home is where, well... you feel at home. It's where you can be comfortable with relaxing and being who you are. Where you can just toss your schoolbag onto the floor after a long day of school, throw your socks aside and probably forget where you put them afterwards, lie on the couch, raid the refrigerator and completely shun your homework. It's where showing off your inexcusably rude bad habits is acceptable, even laughable.

Only in my case, that was not the way things were. I'd feel at home anywhere but at home. Just like right now, in my favorite place in the world. I feel just fine lying on this wet grass, shivering as the cool autumn air caresses my bare skin and contemplating the fast progression of the setting sun, its now docile rays kissing what part of the sky remains its territory with fiery colors. I was in a place where I belonged. It was nice to be back here, at least. I sighed and spread my limbs lazily across the high grass. It swayed to the gentle rocking of the wind and tickled my cheeks. I could always not return home and simply stay here for the night. If it weren't for the rational part of my brain that told me I'd probably freeze to death, I would've done it without a second thought. Besides, I didn't come all the way from Boston to Burgess in a ten hour bus drive just to freeze my butt off.

By now, it was already quite dark outside. The sun's rays were barely displaying their show in the sky anymore.

Just five more minutes, I thought, closing my eyes. Suddenly, I heard the shrill chirp of some bird. What kind of bird sings this late? My eyes blinked open just in time to see a blackbird swoop gracefully overhead. I could only distinguish its dark lithe wings thanks to the movement of their flapping and the yellow in its eyes caught the last rays of the sun. It chirped again when it saw me and fled into the darkest part of the forest, where the sun did not dare venture itself. I could still hear its cheery singing echoing in the darkness.

The lyrics of a song started playing in my mind without a warning.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night.

Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise.

I chased the words of the song from the edges of my memory. They were too painful to bear. I got up reluctantly, like some groggy student waking up and realizing it was Monday. The sun had now completely left our world and gone to sleep. I didn't mind, the darkness didn't intimidate me. I knew the way through the forest and back home so well. I could get there wearing a blind fold and not trip or smash into a tree even once.

I picked up my small suitcase and jogged across the field, the full moon greeting me with its gaze. It almost felt like it was grinning down at me, encouraging me to embrace the fact that I had to go home. It bathed me in a pale glow and lighted my path. I quickened my paste, trying to get the 'getting home' part over with.

I heard the blackbird sing a long eerie note, its voice emanating from some part deep in the forest, taunting me.

Blackbird fly.

Blackbird fly.

Into the light of the dark black night.

The moon seemed to glow brighter at that moment, but I chased the thought away. I was only creeping myself out. I ran faster, and the blackbird's cries faded away. The memories faded away.

A/N: So what did you peeps think? Any feedback is seriously needed! I'mnot forcing anyone to review or anything but... ya know. For me? *puppy-dog eyes*

What I mean is that it would seriously help. Constructive criticism is strongly appreciated and suggestions too. I have a lot of plans for this story and my Plot Bunnies have only just started to gnaw their way through...GNOM GNOM GNOM! and they are so very hungry...

Anywho, TRY reviewing please!

Byezees!

- BigB