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A/n: Hey everyone! Thanks for clicking my story. It's my first so please forgive me if there's anything not right. I watched RotG and I absolutely loved it, but I haven't read the books yet so I'm very sorry if there's anything I got wrong. This is a Jack Frost x reader story but I'm writing it from 'my' point of view. If you have any of your own ideas or suggestions, please comment or review! It would mean so much to me.
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Chapter 1
It was freezing.
AGAIN.
I pulled my furry winter coat tighter around my shaking body as I trudged along the sidewalk heading home from school. My schoolbag was crammed with homework and every part of me ached. Shielding my face from the cold winds with my bag, I walked faster up the cobblestoned sidewalk.
Just as I entered the front gate of the mansion, the wind whipped my scarf loose from my neck. It flew up and away with the strong wind, dancing out of my every gasp. I chased it around the garden. It was getting dark really fast and I was gonna collapse from exhaustion when suddenly my scarf disappeared. I couldn't see it flying around. I was going to go back into the house, when I heard a rustle in the bushes. Debating on whether to investigate, I slowly crept towards the bush where the sound came from. Looking around, I thought I saw a flash of blue before another cold wind stung my face. I gave up and went back into the house, muttering to myself. After all, it WAS from Peru.
As I took off my boots and beat the frost off them, Diablo, my trusty greyhound, came bounding down the huge marble staircase and jumped onto me, licking my face and welcoming me home with his excited barks and tail wagging. I laughed and scratched behind his ears. At least he was here with me on this cold night. My parents were in Africa meeting some important people for their business project. They wouldn't be back in a month. I was used to them being absent. I knew they loved me very much, but all they did was work for more money. That's how I ended up here, in this mansion with Diablo as my only friend. Sometimes I thought to myself that I would gladly give up all this wealth just to get more time to spend with my parents.
Diablo barked loudly, waking me up from my daydream. I patted his head and dragged my bag upstairs. I changed into a fitting black tank top(my favourite) and some yoga pants. I walked to the window and opened it, feeling a cool breeze blow in. The storm from just now had died out completely, so quick that it seemed like Jack Frost had a sudden compassion for humankind and wiped it out. 'Jack Frost,' I murmured, thinking how suitable a name it was for the winter spirit. But he was just an expression, right? I remember sitting on my dear grandfather's lap, listening to his stories about the Guardians of Childhood, about Santa Clause, the Easter bunny, the Toothfairy, the Sandman, and most of all, Jack Frost. He believed they were real. My parents warned my grandpa to stop telling me all this 'rubbish', but whenever they were out of town, he would come over and tell me more stories. I still hold onto that belief now, years after he passed away. Sometimes I would think that I was too old to keep believing in these magical beings, but a small part of me would always hang on to the belief that there would always be someone who cared for the children of the world when no one else did. Like me.
After eating some microwave pizza for dinner, I went up to my room to start doing my homework. After puzzling over this one dumb history question, I decided that I had to take a break from all this. I walked to the window and rested my elbows on the window sill, cupping my face in my hands. I stared at the city a few miles away, letting the breeze stroke my face. Letting my eyes wander, I was met with the most bizarre scene I had ever seen.
A boy. A real on the telephone line from the opposite side towards my house. I squinted my eyes to get a better look. The boy looked to be around 17, and he was wearing a blue hoodie with brown pants which were frayed above the ankle. He held this sort of sheperd's staff in one hand, the other stuck in his hoodie pocket. He seemed to be able to walk easily on the line as he didn't wobble or lose his balance. I couldn't see his face clearly as it was hidden in the shadows. As his face came into the light of the lamp post, I felt my breath hitch. He was CUTE. I was so startled by his handsome face that it took me a few seconds to register in my brain that he had white hair. And his skin was so pale it seemed to glow a bit.
The boy continued walking on the line as I continued to stare open-mouthed at him. As he came closer, he turned his head to look about. I was at a loss for words when his eyes eventually locked with mine. Our eyes widened and we just stared at each other for a long time. His crystal blue orbs looked surprised, like his face. My heart started thumping real fast, I thought I would have a heart attack. My eyes started to water after a while, causing me to blink. When I opened them again… he was gone.