Ever get that strange ache?
It's like a leech is trying to eat its way out of your chest.
The vile thing, it makes you feel.
It beats, pounding on your ribs.
Just when you need it to stop, for it to stay strong, it wavers.
The traitor torments you, pounding like a drum.
Thu-thump, that's all it does.
This vile thing reminds us- we're still alive.
It's called a HEART.
"For those who forgot how to believe."
Chapter 1
'Dare To Believe'
I've never been one for reality.
It's so over played, a 'been there, done that' vibe that just puts me down. For me, the larger, the crazier, the better.
Which is why, at the tender age of ten, my parents taught me about all sorts of things in the world. Some were real, true stories, and others fantasy. My parents had avoided telling me regular stories, like religion and holidays (even though I had heard of them in school and such), because they wanted me to truly understand what it was we were doing at the time. To see it in an unbiased light and decide for myself what I felt about the holidays and such.
I read books, and watched movies, because in those places I could get away. To be completely honest, I hated reality.
It was so...
Boring.
Straight to the point.
Narrow minded.
Like the majority of my classmates.
Anyway, as I grew older, I found my nose further in a book, so full of joy. I loved the worlds I could create with my own imagination, because it was fun. I had fun making things up- passwords, puzzles, anything really. It was all so...enlightening.
Then middle school came.
In elementary, I was too busy learning about the world to really care what others were doing, until it was time for us to share one fact about ourselves. This one kid, I forgot his name- but anyway, he stood up and said a nasty little thing.
"I don't believe in the Easter Bunny!"
That set me off. What on Earth was wrong with this boy? Announcing such a thing to the class last year and he would've been mocked. Now? It was okay, because we were in middle school, because was were 'grown up'.
I didn't like it.
The next boy stood up.
"Anyone who believes in Santa Claus isn't in middle school, they should go back to preschool!"
And the teacher just sat there, sighing. Did this happen every year?
To my dismay, many others stood up, frowning, admitting they didn't believe. They didn't believe in Santa, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, Mr. Sandman, and many others. I just sat there, frowning for the longest time.
Why wouldn't you believe, just because someone said not to...?
I didn't understand.
It was my turn to stand up, the third last child. I looked to the two others sitting to my right, they looked scared and small compared to the rest of us, and then to my class.
"My name is Lucy Wells, and I believe in Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, and Sandman."
With that, I sat down.
Spit balls instantly came flying, but between the teacher trying to stop the rats and myself keeping cool, I hardly noticed. Except when one fell into my hair, that was out of bounds.
Then the craziest thing happened.
"My name is Nikka Wolish! And I believe too!" The girl next to me called. My eyes widened at her, never would I have thought this would happen. She was... standing up for herself? I smiled up at her, she looked down at me, but she looked so nervous too.
"My name is Adam Zarc and I believe too!"
My eyes widened as I was suddenly sandwiched between two bodies, the boy and girl hugging me tightly.
Did I just... make friends?
It had never happened before, I didn't know what to do.
There was laughter from one of the boys, that set me right off then as I slung an arm around each of them.
"Aw yeah! We're the Believers! Better believe buddy!" I shouted, getting scolded by the useless teacher in the process.
When I got home that night, and explain it to my parents, I wished I owned a camera. While a picture might be worth a thousand words, this one was worth millions.
"And that is where my story began." I said, shutting the book. The little blonde looked up at me with wide eyes, looking at me with such wonder. I laughed, loving how adorable she looked.
"Tell me more Miss Wells! Tell me more!" She insisted, her wide eyes looking on at me with so much wonder. I beamed, agreeing with her instantly.
"Well, you better be ready! Things got a little... interesting after that."
"Oh?!"
"I was Eighteen when things really got interesting, just moved to a new town, without my duo to back me up, and I had to face the burdens of college alone. That was when it happened."
"When what happened Miss Lucy?!" She asked, ever so excited. I laughed.
"When I met Jack Frost!"
And there you have it folks! My very first attempt at writing a ROTG fanfic!
Well, I figured opening with a small story before going back to my regular works would be good. I am quite a bit rusty!
Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed! Will update once I get a review...if any... .
Cheers!
Iland Girl