Hello, If your new to this story.. cool! Welcome! If you came here because I stopped the original version, I hope you enjoy this better! I may actually go back to the other one, if this story doesn't turn out well, but I don't really know so... let's get the story started! There's no need to write a summary.. its explained in the title, plus I don't want anything spoiled! Enjoy! Plus there is a prologue so that will help.

I'm Still Alone

Prologue

Jackson Overland Frost

Jack wished he could be anywhere, anywhere but here… he wished he wasn't such a troublemaker, he wish he didn't feel so stupid, he wished people would stop feeling bad for him. Just because of his situation, he could care less why his parents abandoned him, and then torturing him with the wooden snowflake wrapped around his neck. Most of all, he wanted to know why, why would his parents do that to him? Why did he have to live this way? What made him so horrible, horrible enough for his parents, the U.S, to get rid of him? That time, Jack accepted it. He would forever be alone.

Elizabeth Grace Winters

Elsa knew it, but she always knew everything. Everyone around her always got hurt. That's why to keep it from happening again; she would hide it, conceal it and never let anyone break her barrier. Her family suffered for it, but she would never let herself get hurt or hurt anyone else…again…even if she was forced to stay alone…

Chapter 1: Onward to the School for Troubled Kids

September 12, 2015 11:30 AM

Jackson

London, England was the rainiest place in the world. Of course, Jack didn't want to be here in the first place. He waited outside under the cover of the Heathrow Airport in London, while a security guard stood a few feet away. Thanks to the U.S Orphan Society, he's stuck here, at least until he cleans up his, what they call 'cocky-tone, rebellious acts, smart-elk voice and smirks' only if they knew it's his "special style." He pulled his black and blue duffel bag onto his shoulder, leaned onto a pole, and stuffed his hands into his pockets of his favorite blue hoodie. Even if it was worn out and ripped apart, it was practically the only thing he actually owned! He pulled his hood over his abnormally frosted-white hair. He never dyed it, he was born like that, and he mentally added that to the list of this that was abnormal for 'normal' teenagers in the 21rst century.

After about 15 minutes, an old looking police car pulled up. Jack tilted his head up. The officer's face was hidden under his cap. Still sitting in the car, like Jack wasn't worth getting out of the car, he spoke over a radio.

"Jackson Overland Frost of New York, I am officer Moody and I will be escorting you to your new boarding school, Darling Academy, now I advise you to walk into the car without trouble or I will use force if necessary." The police officer had a thick British accent.

'God, these people are that afraid of me? I must be popular.' Jack thought. He was forcing himself not to smirk, because he was so accustom to do it.

"Get going, kid." The security guard shoved him towards the car with his baton.

Jack turned around to face the annoying guard. "Yea, Yea, I know. Thanks a lot security person I just met." Jack couldn't help but lift his head up and smirk devilishly up at him.

The guard was only in his mid-thirties, but he gritted his teeth and shoved Jack harder to the car. His face was practically saying, 'I would kill you, but you're not my problem anymore.

Jack pulled off his hood to show his white frosted hair, and shrugged. In one second, he turned around and strutted to the car with a smirk planted on his face. This was only the beginning of the journey.

September 12, 2015 12:05 AM

Jack sat in the back of the car with his duffel bag next to him. Officer Moody, threaten to handcuff him if Jack wasn't searched. Jack only shrugged, and the police officer searched him. The funny thing was when Officer Moody searched his bag, he kept Jack handcuffed to the seat. By that time it had stopped raining. Even Jack thought they went a little overboard. Finally, after another wasted 15 minutes they were on the road. Jack was still handcuffed to the seat, both of his hands, were forced down on his sides.

"Hey, Moody, can you give me a break? I want to listen to music." Jack asked in a cocky-tone.

In front of Jack there was a set of metal bars, then the driver's seat. Moody only turned on the radio to some weird 60's music. Jack rolled his eyes.

"I mean, GOOD music, I am NOT from the 1960s!" Jack kicked at the bars, making the driver's seat rattle a bit.

Suddenly, the car lurched, "Whoa!" Jack slid to the side. Officer Moody, abruptly stopped the car on the side of the road, and opened Jack's door. "Hey, why did…" Suddenly Jack was pulled by his hoodie to face Moody.

Officer Moody put on the biggest death glare Great Britain will ever see. Jack felt a little intimidated, but kept a cool smirk planted on his face.

"Boy, you will stop harassing an officer of Great Britain. If you don't cooperate, I will make you. Remember, I am an armed police officer, and I have the right to shot you, Mr. Frost. Now, any more requests, Mr. Frost?" Officer Moody let go of Jack's hoodie, and kept a straight face.

Jack only shrugged, averting his eyes from the dark ones in front of him. Gathering up some courage. Jack looked straight back at Officer Moody he cracked a smile. "Yes, could you please unhand cuff me, so I could listen to my own pleasing music?" Jack imitated a British accent, and put on a princess smile, batting his eyes.

Officer Moody's face stayed straight. He rubbed his nose, and nodded. Jack fell asleep shortly after Moody unhand cuffed him and allowed him to listen to his own music on a blue iPod 5, he got/stole from a friend…

Jack's Dream, September 12, 2015 12:20 PM

It was cold… Jack felt darkness surround him. It was like he was falling, very… very… very… slowly. Like time and space had stopped. Then, something very bright chased the darkness. He finally opened his eyes. He was in a field that looked like it went on forever. Beautiful Horses all kinds of colors grazed. He laid under a pink cherry tree. When the wind blew the pink petals landed into the pond perfectly. Suddenly the field was flowing with flowers! It was one of the prettiest places he had ever seen.

"Everything must come with a price, Jack. You out of all people should know that…" A voice boomed over the field.

Suddenly, he was in a house. Right in front was a huge staircase that lead upstairs; to the right was the kitchen and dinning room he guessed. "H…Hello? Anyone here?" Jack sputtered.

"HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE! THERE IS A FAMILY TRAPPED INSIDE!" He heard someone outside.

He turned around, then back again. The house was suddenly in flames! Furniture was toppled down; some of it was half gone. The wooden floor started to ignite with flames, Jack backed up to the door.

He grabbed the knob, and turned it, the pushed. It didn't open. He turned back to the flames. It now started to travel to the doorframe Jack was trapped. He looked in front on him. Down the hall was another door. The flames were closing in on them, but not yet there. If he could jump over the flames…

He steadied his breathing, and jumped off the door! He toppled over the flames and landed on the wooden floor. The fire then started to creep upon Jack again; it was like it was following him. It was starting to get hot. He heard a creak… above him the ceiling was in flames and looked like it was about to fall, onto him. He cursed to himself, and picked himself up. Still looking at the ceiling but keeping and eye on the fires.

"Okay, I'm going to be okay, I'm totally fine!" he thought to himself.

Without wasting anymore time he ran to and put all his weight on the other door. The ceiling fell behind him, making him flinch horribly. The door almost broke; the fire was really close now.

"C'mon! Break, you piece of crap!" he yelled, and slammed into it again, it was really getting hard to breathe. Coughing, he tried one more time. It still wasn't enough. By now, the door was almost on fire. He leaned against the door sliding down, coughing horribly…/

"Someone…please…help…" Jack murmured. He closed his eyes. Hoping there was someone anyone who would care…

"Hey, kid, wake up. I'm not your babysitter." Officer Moody shook Jack awake.

Jack blinked and rubbed his eyes, then yawned and stretched a bit. Not caring, he was on a timed schedule. "Oh, Hello Moody much?" He smirked.

"Yes, Yes very funny… now get out of my car!" He pointed behind him. Jack's eyes widened, at the sight of the school he would be staying at, first word, Huge.

Darling Academy truly lived up to its name. It was beautiful; the car was parked right in front of the garden in front of the school. There was a gravel pathway that circled the flowers in the middle was a growing pink cherry blossom tree. Ironic. He smiled, and jumped out.

"Thanks." Jack smiled. It looked like Moody was studded.

Jack rose and eyebrow, "So, what? I can be nice when I feel like it." Jack turned his head away, and walked off.

Huge stone stairs lead up to the school, and stone lions sat on each side. In big white bold letters, read, "Darling Academy" even with his dyslexia he could see it. Big school…

He pulled up his duffel bag to his shoulder. One earphone still in his left ear playing, "Safe and Sound by Landon Austin" he like this version better, but he didn't know really why. There were two big wooden doors, he could make out the big 'D' on both of them, but they were very faint. He pushed open the door to the world he would live in for the next hopefully, year.

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