Hello all, so this is my first fan fic that I have posted, I wrote another one about the Hobbit but I don't think it's that good. Anyway, so on to this one. I have recently gotten in to fan fics, and was talking to my mom about fan fics, and she said something along the lines of, 'it's a good idea to write fan fiction. you don't have to post it, just write it'. I decided to post it, as you can see. Now, this is a work in process, and I'm going to wait a while to see how this firs part goes across to do any more writing. I warn you ahead of time, I have an awful habit where I get bored with a story or lose interest or whatever and I stop. I do apologize if this happens, and I will try to let it not happen. Please write reviews on what you think, nothing is too mean, unless you're cussing at me. If you're cussing because something surprised you, fine. :) Just not at me please :) I also apologize if my characters swear and that makes you uncomfortable.

Without further ado, enjoy!

My name is Alana, and I live in Burgess and I have believed in Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny for the entirety of my sixteen years on this planet. One cold morning in March, nearing Easter, I was walking along the main road when a cold wind blasted down and frost began cropping up on vehicles, and windowpanes. As the wind blew past me, I shuddered, turned up my collar, and though I heard someone laughing. A guy's laugh . . . maybe a teenager, like me? It was hard to tell, and I wasn't even sure it was real. I shrugged and hunched my shoulders, anticipating another cold blast, as I turned left en route to my house.

On the way to my house, there's a statue rearing out of the ground of a family looking happy. All around this statue, every winter, there accumulates a snow bank. It was while I was walking by this statue that my neighbor, Jamie Bennett came hurtling past, clutching his sled, and ended up face planting in the snow. As he jetted past, I stopped, severely startled, and stared as he received a face full of snow. When he emerged from the snow bank, he looked rather comical with snow on his hat and his face red from the cold. However, my grin turned to an expression of worry when a couch suddenly shot out from nowhere and smacked him in the face. He again popped up, this time with a gap in his mouth, holding a tooth and yelling something about it. I chuckled at the resilience of boys, but paused. Was that complaining I heard from on top of the statue? It sounded like a teenage boy griping about a fun sled ride or something. I looked at the statue, but it was the same, shrugged, and continued on my way. I didn't make it far before Jamie saw me.

"Alana! Alana! Did you see that? I went whoosh and then there was the snow bank and the statue and I thought I was going to hit it, and I didn't, and then the couch hit me, and I lost a tooth!" At the end of his fast-paced story, he held his tooth up, proudly, a grin plastered to his face. I smirked and shoved his hat down over his eyes and replied, "Yeah, but don't make that winter spirit or whatever complain anymore about some sled ride, it's annoying." Jamie looked up at me, confused, then looked back at the tooth in his hand, grinning.

I knew he probably wouldn't take me seriously, but I had to hope, because it was mainly because of him that I continued believing in people like the Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. The kid was incredible when it came to holidays and such, always blathering on and on about 'oh Santa gave me an awesome gift this year' or 'Alana! The Tooth Fairy gave me a coin!' or 'I found another egg! Woah! Look at the cool pattern! The Easter Bunny must have worked really hard on this one!' He was so friggin' enthusiastic it made me enthusiastic, thus me continuing my belief in 'Fairy Tales' as my friends liked to say.

We reached Jamie's house first, so he walked up the drive to his front door, pausing there to wave at me, still holding that infernal tooth, not thinking to have put it in his pocket. I waved back, smiling, and walked to the next house, mine, and walked up the sidewalk to the front door. As I entered, I shouted, "I'm home!" and began taking off my layers. My mom yelled back from the kitchen, a simple greeting, and the computer room door was open, so I assumed that's where my dad was, probably editing some video he had made with his friend.

I stepped up the stairs in my room, being as quiet as possible, simply because I didn't like loud obnoxious noises. I walked to the right at the top of the stairs, followed the railing and entered my bedroom, with two large windows, both leading out onto snowy rooftop. If I ever wanted to run away from home or something, I could definitely get out that way, just open the window, pull the screen in, and climb out. Easy peasy. However, I had no desire to do such a thing, so it never happened.

I plunked myself on my purple bed and pulled my iPod out of my pocket, sticking the ear buds in my ears, and pushing 'play'. 'My Choice of Words' by Confide blared in my ears, and I whispering the screamo part to the singing part, and joined in with Joel Piper.

Are you even listening?

This can't be it

I've come to conclusion you're stuck in confusion

You left me alone when I needed you most

Is this it?

Are you listening?

I've come to conclusion you're stuck in confusion

You left me alone when I needed you most.

I loved Joel Piper's voice, and he was the drummer. I know right? The drummer and he can sing that well. Every time I listened my mind was boggled. The song switched to Fall Out Boy's 'Phoenix' and I sang along with the Chorus again.

Hey young blood,

Doesn't it feel

Like our time is running out?

I'm gonna change you like a remix

Then I'll raise you like a Phoenix

I hummed along until I heard mom yell something, so I pulled one ear bud out and shouted, "What?" mom yelled again, "Dinner time!"

"Okay!" I pushed 'Pause', pulled the ear buds out of my ears and ran down the stairs. I never walk down our stairs, always run, because they're steep, and you build up momentum so you physically cannot go slow down those stairs.

I ate a calm dinner with my family, then decided to go for a walk to the nearby pond and just sit, so I ran up the stairs, grabbed my iPod, and dashed out the door, telling mom where I was going.

I walked through town to the park, and made it to the woods in good time. It took another five minutes or so to reach the pool in the clearing. I sat myself down on a rock overlooking the pool, pulled out my iPod and started playing 'For Good' from one of my favorite musicals, Wicked and singing along with the characters, Glinda and Elphaba. The song itself was about saying goodbye and hoping the other person has a good life, but without 'you'. I loved it. Not because it pertained to me, it didn't, just for the simple reason of the two voices sounding beautiful together and the story adorable. When the song ended, I paused it again, and just sat there, humming the tune to myself.

Suddenly, there was a rattling of branches above me and snow got dropped on my head and slightly down my back. I shrieked and jumped off the rock, clawing at my back and pulling my coat away to try to get the snow away from my skin. It melted, as it always does, and stung my back as it rolled down. I arched my back, grimacing, and looked up into the top of the tree to find the perpetrator, assuming it was a squirrel or something. Instead, I found myself looking at a teenage boy with white hair and ice-blue eyes. He was laughing, practically falling off the branch he was perched precariously on, holding onto a stick that looked like a natural shepherd's hook.

I scowled at him and huffed, turning away from him and walking out onto the ice of the pool. As soon as my foot hit the ice, he stopped laughing and I heard wind behind me. I didn't care, I needed my concentration to keep my footing as I slowly walked on to the ice. The snow in the grooves of my boots made it more slippery so I flailed my arms oh so gracefully until I stood still, looking like a cross in a church, confident enough to put one foot in front of the other in a makeshift skating pattern.

As I came around the pool, I noticed the boy standing stiffly at the edge of the pool, staring worriedly at my feet.

"Don't worry, I won't fall, I do this all the time. Besides, it's been cold enough recently to be decently frozen." He looked up at me, and seemed to realize I was talking to him. His face shifted from worried to confused, and his reply was strange, "You can see me?"

"Well duh, otherwise I wouldn't have talked to you, now would I?"

He simply stood there, looking dumbfounded. He shook his head a couple of times and said, "No, I mean you can see me? Really see me?"

I stopped fake skating and answered his question with another one, "What, am I not supposed to be able to see you? Were you wearing an Invisibility Cloak or something?" His face went blank. Shoot. He didn't get the reference.

When I said nothing else, he looked down at his feet, seemingly contemplating something. Then he looked up, "How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

He looked shocked, "Do you believe in Jack Frost?"

That was an odd question I thought, but I answered it nonetheless, "I suppose so, he's in the same league with Santa Claus and the rest, right?"

"Not really . . . but somewhat . . ." He looked down again, a frown appearing on his face.

"What kind of an answer is that?" I asked, sliding towards him, ending up standing about four feet away from him, just looking at him. His clothes were a little strange, because he had a faded blue hoody, and trousers. Like, trousers from the seventeen hundreds or something. Not to mention the fact that both his sweatshirt and his trousers had frost on them, and his lips were blue as if he were really cold.

"Aren't you cold?" Since I was curious and he didn't look like he was going to be answering my other question any time soon.

He looked up at me, then down at his clothes, his hands in his hoody pocket.

"No."

"You look like you're freezing."

"I'm fine."

"Your lips are blue."

"They're always blue."

"Do you have hypothermia?" I asked, a little worried now.

"No, but . . . gah." He threw his hands up, one of them still holding the staff, almost hitting me in the head, "Sorry, but you said you believe in Jack Frost right?"

Jeez, did this guy have hearing problems or something?

"Yes." I sighed.

"Well, here he is." He stood there, looking at me expectantly, like I was supposed to applaud or gape or something, but I couldn't think.

"Wait, what?" I asked, a dumb look on my face.

"Here's Jack Frost, right in front of you, me." He looked at me again.

I paused.

And thought.

And thought some more.

And realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Woah!" My arms flew off in crazy directions, making me lose my balance, and I teetered, one foot slightly off the ice and in front of me, leaning backward, arms wind milling.

Worry darted across his face and he reached out to grab one of my flailing arms, pulling me forwards onto the snow. I stumbled into him, and he stumbled backwards, ending up with one foot behind him, steadying himself and me.

Having regained my balance and 'dignity' I straightened and let go of him. He let go of me as well and looked at me, almost nervous as to what I would say next.

"So . . .you're telling me that Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny and Jack Frost are real? They're not just in songs like, 'Up on the rooftop click click click, down through the chimney with old Saint Nick' and 'Jack Frost nipping at your nose'. You're saying those songs are about real people?" I asked incredulous, and singing the excerpts of the songs as I went.

He took a deep breath and nodded at me.

"They're all real. There's even the Sandman."

I breathed out, "Mister Sandman bring me a dream"

He nodded again.

We paused, just staring at each other, and I realized how dark it was.

"Shit! I have to be home!" I dashed off, leaving 'Jack' behind to eat my dust . . . snow . . . whatever.

Ten minutes later I was back in my house, breathing heavily, and taking my winter clothes off.

I walked up the stairs, got into my bedroom and plopped down on my bed, laying back and breathing deeply, trying to get my breath back. I looked at the ceiling and thought about what 'Jack' had told me, about the Fairy Tales being real. Jamie would love it. He would want to know everything about what had happened, all the teeny tiny little details, and he would make me retell it five times, just so he would be satisfied. There was no way I was going to tell him.

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Teshka