Hello~

I realize I'm a bit slow with updating my stories, and I do apologize. Feel free to complain a little it may motivate me. Just not too much, eh?

This is just a little story I've been working on for a while because I was bored. I hop you enjoy it.

Oh, yeah. None of the Guardians have there powers, so that means this is a AU, right? Maybe? Don't really know.

Yep! Well, I don't own ROTG, of course.

And that's all I have to say~

Jack sat in the floor of his bed room with his back against his bed and a book in his lap. Normally, he hated reading (he'd rather be running around with his horse in the yard) but his father had warned him if he didn't study then he wasn't allowed to go on his school trip to the beach.

Jack didn't really like beaches, anyway. They were too hot and he always left feeling sluggish. But the trip was a week long, which meant a week away from his father and the manor.

A knock on the door came as Jack's savior from boredom. He stood quickly and walked over to it, opening it. Jack's favorite maid and best friend stood on the other side with a face that said she didn't want to be there at the moment.

"Wind, what's wrong?" Jack asked. He steeped back to let her step into the room, but she remained at the door. "Wind?"

"Your father is speaking to Pitch," she finally muttered. Pitch was one of his father's buisness partners. He was always the center of the most evil tricks and plots. A truly selfish man who Jack hated to his core.

"About what?" Jack asked nervously. Pitch had interfered in Jack's life far more then he liked, and his father thought it for the best.

"Your trip."

Of course he was. Pitch was probally saying that Jack shouldn't go because he neglected his studies or wasn't healthy enough. He seemed out to ruin Jack's life sine the day they met seven years ago.

"And everyone at school wonders why I'm antisocial," Jack huffed.

"How do you know?" Wind asked.

"The don't exactly whisper," Jack told her. "They say that I'm just some spoiled brat who thinks he's too good to be anyone's friend."

"I'll go and give those no good kids a lesson," Wind muttered. Jack couldn't help but laugh. She wasn't very intimidating, but she watched over Jack more than anyone else.

"Easy," he said. "I don't mind it."

"It's not your fault, though," Wind protested.

"No," Jack agreed, "but it's too late to change now."

Wind puffed up and stalked over to Jack. She was around he same height as him, but still looked down to him. Her eyes were set in determination.

"No, mister, it is not," she said. "Monday morning, you go into that school and make a friend. If you haven't at least one new friend, I'll make sure the cook fixes onions in the soup, got that?"

"Yes, ma'am," Jack answered. Wind smiled and pulled him into a hug. The boy was so silly, thinking he didn't belong. He just lacked a little courage. All he needed was a soft keep in the rump to get him along his way.

"Jack, you're a good kid," she said. "Don't let anyone, not your teachers, your classmates, Ptich, or even your father, tell you otherwise."

"Thank you," Jack said. Wind had been very much like a mother to Jack for all his life. He could hardly remember her, after all. Wind had just taken up that role. "For everything."

"Being all sentimental doesn't suit you," Wind joked. She let go of Jack and looked him up and down. "You should just do what you do best."

"Make a mess?"

Wind rolled her eyes. "No," she said. "Be yourself."

"What if people don't like myself?" he asked.

"Are you kiding?" she laughed. "What's not to like?"

ROTG

Monday, Jack felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was used to being ignored, for teachers to miss his name, for gazes to pass over him. Going against that was far from his comfort zone. Everyone's comfort zone.

"Excuse me," he said to a uperclassman. She ignored him and continued through the hall as if she hadn't seen him. Chances were she actually hadn't.

"Could you..." he tried to a janitor. He was kind enough to turn and smile at Jack, but didn't wait for the rest of the sentece. He opened the closet and escaped inside.

"Hello," he greeted to a student he recongized from English class. She glanced him over, but pretended not to hear him.

Yeah. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

He decided to give up for the moment and head to Art. At least it was his favorite class. It might help to boost his mood a little. Or, at least it would make him forget about everyone passing him by as he focused on drawing.

The teacher was the best part. Mr. Man was mute, but was allowed to teach because of his talent at every form of art. He used the chalk board and slide shows to talk. Sometimes flash cards, if he was only speaking to a certain group.

Mr. Man was gentle. He never pressured, and let everyone do things by their own pace. That didn't mean he was a pushover, though. If he saw that you were simply being lazy, then he'd punish you. Sometimes it was just staying after school to wash all the paint brushes, but sometimes he'd make you go sculpt famous monuements.

"Hey, Mr. Man," Jack greeted. The teacher gave him a glance over before scurrying over to his desk to grab the flash cards.

Is something wrong, Jack?

"Not really," Jack told him. "I'm just trying to make friends. It's not going so well."

I had the same problem in high school. Find someone who shares even one tiny thing in common and go from there. You'll be surprised by how quickly you'll make friends.

"Thanks, Mr. Man," he replied. "But I think it'll be a little harder than that."

Take it one step at a time. Don't force yourself. I'll always be here to help, if you need it.

"I'll remember that," Jack said. Mr. Man nodded, so Jack went to go sit in his seat. He didn't pay much attention, though. He was mostly rolling in self pity.

If the teachers were going to make a big deal about it, matters would only get worse. He didn't like talking to teachers, anyway. If they started worrying about him, he might get called a teacher's pet. No one wants to befriend the teacher's pet.

"Jack," a boy with brown hair hissed. Jamie, Jack remembered. They had three classes together.

"What?"

"Stop moving so much."

Jack paused, confused. He looked over the table to see that Jamie was drawing him. He glanced to the board quickly. The assignment was to draw an object of drama.

"Why are you drawing me?" he asked.

"I felt like it," Jamie replied bashfully. Jack continued to stare at him, and Jamie flushed, looking down at his drawing. "I think you're cool."

"Huh?"

"You're cool," Jamie repeated. "There, I said it. Happy?"

"What does that have to do with drama?"

"Have you ever seen yourself when you daydream?" Jamie questioned. Jack shook his head. Who had ever watched themselves daydream? Was that even possible?

"No."

"You look very dramatic," Jamie told him. "It's like your deciding the fate of the universe."

Jack wiggled, a little out of element. He had never been called cool, and no one had ever wanted to draw him. It made him feel... sorta happy. At least he was finally being seen.

"Jamie, you made him move!" a girl called Cupcake protested.

"Yeah," another one agreed. "Stop talking."

"Sorry," Jamie giggled.

Are you all drawing Jack?

Many students nodded. Jack was shocked. One was odd enough, but half the class suddenly had an interest in him? What was going on?

It's only because you look weird, the negetive voice in Jack's head said. You were daydreaming with an odd look on your face. That's the only thing that caught their interest.

Jack sighed. That was probally it. After all, these students had never spoken to him before. They'd never even nodded a greeting in the hallway when they passed by.

"Stop moving!"

ROTG

By the time the last period came, Jack was exhausted. He'd been pulled out of class many times that day to continue his role as "The Tortured Sprite". That's what Jamie had titled his drawing, and many copied him, tweking the name in some way so it wasn't an exact copy.

To make matters worse, his last period was Health. It was a conjoined class, where there was at least one student from every grade stuffed inside. Uperclassman, expecially seniors, where extremely loud. Jack hated it.

"Hey, reject," Bunny said. He was the one person that had always been able to see Jack. However, he was seen as a target. He'd much rather the bully ignore him like everyone else. "I heard you were the model in Art today."

"Ugh," Jack groaned at the memory.

"Well, look at those teeth!" a girl everyone called Tooth said. She had an odd fasination with teeth, and was the Health teacher's daughter. "Of course they'd want to draw them."

"I don't see how," Bunny huffed. "There's nothing interesting with 'em."

"Leave me alone, Kangaroo," Jack growled. He constantly poked fun at the fact the uperclassman's name was Bunny, yet the semi-jock was as large as a kangaroo.

"How many times... you..."

"Bad day, Jack?" Tooth asked.

"A bit," he said. "Wind said some stuff, and now I have to go on a mission."

"What kind of mission?" Tooth asked. She was the closest thing to a friend that Jack had, and was the only one who actually knew who Wind was.

"I have to have a friend by the end of the day."

"Well, I'm your friend!" she said.

"I know," Jack sighed. "I mean, like, a new one, I guess."

"Tough luck, mate," Bunny laughed. "Who'd want to be friends with someone like you?"

"Thanks," Jack said, his voic dripping with sarcasm. "You're so sweet."

"Jack!" Tooth gasped.

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you join our club?"

"Club?" Jack questioned. "What club?"

"The Guardians," she squealed. "We tutor students who need a little extra help. We also provide them with, well, any help. Be it with bullies, or-"

"We're a support group," Bunny interupted. Tooth gave him a look. "What? We are!"

"So, how 'bout it?" Tooth asked. "I'm sure you'll make a friend through it."

"I don't know," Jack said. "I'm not exactly the type who-"

"Just for a week," Tooth begged. "Try it for a week. Then you can quit if you want to."

Jack still wasn't sure. He wasn't comfortable talking to people, much less helping them. He might not be able to do it. He'd be too scar... nervous. He wouldn't be able to think straight.

"For a week," he agreed.

"Yay!" Tooth shouted. "Jack Frost, welcome to the Guardians!

Oh, yeah. I forgot something! I'm a BunnyxJack fan. JackRabbit, whatever it's called. So, should I turn this story into that? O should I make just all about friends?