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Jack opened his eyes and looked at the ancient town clock.
08:47.
"Wait! What!?" He shot out of the old blankets he had been laying in and ran down the field towards the river, taking his few possessions with him. "I'm late. I'm late. I'm late!" He quickly washed his face and brushed his teeth in record time and wasted no time, pulling his hoodie over his bare chest. He looked to the town clock and saw it read 08:52. If he wanted to catch the bus, he had to get going stat.
He pushed the toothpaste, toothbrush and tattered blankets into a small pocket inside the bag. He pulled out a wallet from the same pocket. It was the one of three things he owned that looked remotely new. His eyes watered as he stared at the silver coloured snowflake. It had been a week but it was just as painful as the day he found out.
He walked quickly, hoping those four wouldn't come looking for him. Their bullying had got worst but as long as he didn't have to see them outside of school, he was fine. The house came into view and smile appeared on his face. His parents would be back with Flee in half an hour. He pulled his keys out of the pocket in the brand new hoodie his mother had gifted him the day before. It went well with his unusual snow coloured hair.
They jingled merrily, as he twisted them in the lock. He pulled them out again and opened the door. He went inside and chucked his old bag on the table. He was going to get a new one this weekend. He pulled his phone out and turned on some music. Troublemaker by Olly Murs played. Jack's favourite. He hummed along as he grabbed an apple from the fruit basket. He was in a good mood; his 18th birthday was in 2 weeks. The house phone rang from the hall. Jack left his phone playing and bit into his apple before answering.
"Hello?"
An official sounding voice answered with their own question. "Is this Jackson Frost?"
He wondered why someone so important had to speak to him. "That's me."
"We have some unfortunate news for you. Your parents and sister have been murdered."
The apple fell from his hand as heard this. "W-what?"
"Can you please confir-" Jack ended the call and put the phone down.
"They're dead?!" He whispered, unable to believe it. The phone rang again but he ignored it. He ran into the living room and switched the TV on to a news channel.
"..3 killed in this shooting. The police are at the sce-" he quickly turned the TV off and ran upstairs. He had to get out of here. He felt the walls closing in on him. He ran upstairs into his parents room and saw a parcel on the bedside table. 'To Jackson. Happy Birthday, Love from Pa.' He carefully tore the paper off the package and saw a dark blue wallet with a silver snowflake engraved in the front. Jack realised the snowflake resembled his own unique signature. If he looked closely. He could make out the JF hidden in it. He traced the snowflake with his finger before he decided to venture into Flee's room.
He opened the door and saw a lump under the otherwise neat blankets. Pulling back the blankets he saw another small parcel with a hand made card next to it. The card had a picture of Flee and Jack, making a snowman, drawn on it. Opening the card he looked at the small poem inside.
'Shocking white hair,
Ice blue eyes.
I hope you like this birthday surprise.
Hugs like a bear,
Acts like a kid.
You're the best big brother there is!
Happy Birthday, Jack!
Love, Flee. XXX'
He felt sadness fill him up as he began to realise he would never hear her poem from her mouth. He quickly turned his attention to the package and opened it. Inside there was a gold locket shaped like a heart, again with the silver snowflake engraved. He opened it gently and saw a picture of himself and Flee grinning happily, their hair full of snow, though it was less noticeable against Jack's white hair. This had been on Flee's birthday. Jack had organised a whole town snowball fight and they had taken the selfie immediately after.
Jack pulled it over his head and closed it. He shoved the wallet into his hoodie pocket, the last thing he had from his mother. He heard Troublemaker floating up from his phone in the kitchen. He knew he would never be able to listen to it again without breaking down. He ran downstairs and turned the music off. He shoved the phone in his pocket with the wallet, which he had discovered had $100 in it. He opened the door, only to come face to face with strange man, dressed in white, with triangular spectacles.
"Jackson Frost, I presume?"
The sound of a horn honking pulled Jack out of his memories, and the albino realised it was the school bus arriving for the final pickup before it headed to the school. He quickly zipped up his bag and placed a kiss on the locket around his neck, before racing off.
He arrived at the bus station, just before the bus left, panting and sweaty. He used his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead before he got in the bus. Near the front of the bus were a group of girls giggling. He strode past them, flashing a smile which made them swoon and one faint. He walked past the middle of the bus, losing his confidence a touch and keeping his eye to the ground as he passed the group, well known in the school as The Big Four.
These four had bullied Jack for years and Jack had learned sometimes it was wiser to face them and sometimes wiser to flee. That last word caught in his throat. 'Flee.' His baby sister. If she saw him accepting this abuse so easily, she would give him a telling off that would make the fearless people cower in fear.
He chanced a glance and saw all four of them there.
There was Annaliese Alacer. She was the only female in the group and was a beautiful young Asian woman who always wore vibrant colours that usually consisted of blue, green and yellow. Her brown hair had highlights of those same three colours on her fringe. She always wore golden jewellery which added to her beauty. Her amethyst eyes sparkled like diamonds and expressed her everlasting interest and excitement.
Next to her was a short man. His hair was a golden blonde and he always wore an jacket of the same dazzling colour. He was a mute named Sanderson Mansnoozie. Despite him not being able to talk, he always wrote/signed incredibly quickly when he became excited. Currently however, he was snoozing lightly.
There were two young men across from them, having an argument that Jack recognised to be their usual one.
Nicholas St. North was the Russian man in red. He wore a big bulking coat, edged with black furs. He wore a hat of the same fur. He was around 5"9. His eyes sparkled blue and stood out because of his brown hair and beard.
The last one, the one Jack held the most resentment towards was E. Aster Bunnymund, or as Jack called him, the Kangaroo. Jack had named him as such due to the fact that he was Aussie and he had an Australian accent to match. He wore a sleeveless fur coat and fur bracers around his arms, exposing the bulking muscular upper arms. His upper arms had strange tattoos which he said was his family symbol. They were also on the back of his hands. His grey hair complimented his green eyes well. He was 6"1, the tallest of the group, and was so good at martial arts that people would of thought he created them in the first place. He was the second hottest guy in the school, according to girls, behind Jack, who held first place.
As Jack was walking down the aisle of the the bus, Aster stuck his foot out, which Jack had to quickly jump over before he tripped. He heard the laughter of the four follow him to his seat right at the back of the bus. He leaned his head against the window and let a tear travel down his cheek.
It was going to be the hardest day since they died, he knew it.
