"Well, this is it," Aster sighed half glaring at the building. This is where he would be working from now on. Aster was a 24 year old teacher who had just graduated, and he was about to begin his first job. He was staniding in front of Custos High school, and his head already hurt from the noise of all the teenagers, screaming and tackleing each other. He remembered back to when he was in high school, and he did the same, if not worse, than what they did. He sighed again and began his treck to the pricipals office. He opened the door, after knoocking and getting the okay to enter, to a large russian looking man with a thick beard and two unreadable tattos on his arms.
"Ah, you must be Mr. Bunnymund, da?" he asked, I nodded but said nothing. He introduced himself as Dr. North, the princeapal of the high school and superintendent of the school district. Aster listned to him without commenting and when he finished, he called in a petiet brunet with bright streaks in her hair, she wore bright clothes and looked to be about Aster's age. She introduced her self as Toothiana, but everyone just called her Ms. Tooth.
She showed me to my room, for now I was teaching Math and art due to the lack of teaching staff. I taught in two different rooms, which made getting to my classes a bit difficult, but I figured I would manage okay. The day didn't start for about another half an hour, but the students began filing into the school, they all looked like avrage teenagers to Aster. Tooth handed him a stack of papers, the discriptions of the students he would have. Then she looked out into the hall and her eyes softened, I glanced at who she was looking at, but saw no one in piticular through the crowds of kids. She bid me good luck and left to head back to her office.
"Oi, Frost!" Aster nearly jumped at the volume of the voice, it made him listen closer, wondering what was important enough to be said at a volume 10 times the nessissary amount. He glanced out in to the hall at a group of students gathered around a skiny teen and a larger boy. The larger one was the one talking at the unusal noise level. "I found your sister," He said, this made the smaller boy cringe, the larger one held up his cup of water and threw it in the boy's face, the boy winced as if it stung. The new teacher was about to intervene when the white haired teen took a step foward and punched the larger boy in the face. He grabbed his nose and swore, then he heard him yell 'get him' and his group of friends attacked the boy, he struggled but was held down and punched in the gut, he cried out, and the noise snapped Aster out of his hipnotic state.
"Hey, let him go!" he ordered stepping out into the hall. The group quickly stood and began to flea, but not without getting in a couple good kicks. The smaller boy, who couldn't be more than a freshman, curled into a ball, holding his head in his hands. The teacher quickly rushed up to him. "You alright, Mate?" he asked, the boy nodded, but otherwise didn't move. He had a bloody lip, and his stomach no dout had a large bruise on it, but he seemed otherwise unharmed. "come on, let's get you to the nurses office." The taller man offered the boy his hand, but the boy shook his head.
"I'm fine," he said, his voice was small and fragil, and it made the teacher want to sob. He had become a teacher in hopes to stop this kind of stuff. He remebered having a friend who got stuck in this kind of stuff, eventually, she got so overwlmed that she took her own life. After that, the man swore to protect the lives and hope of the children he taught. The boy began to uncurl, then he cried out and curled into himself again. The man had good hearing and he was trying to make out what the boy was saying.
"What was that?" he asked the boy had his eyes shut tight, and his legs pulled to his chest. The boy mummered again, and this time the man could make out a few words, please, stop, I'm sorry, all things you wouldn't expect to escape from a young boy's mouth. Aster, deciding he would wait no longer, grabbed the boy in his arms and lifted him himself. The boy gasped, wether in pain or shock, Aster did not know. He curled tighter into a ball in Aster's arms.
The white haired boy was light, to light, and cold, as if he were winter himself. Aster didn't know what caused it, but he had the sudden urge to protect the boy with all he had. He handed the boy over to the school nurse and headed back to his office. He picked up the pile of papers and quickly glanced through them, searching for the F's. When he found his profile he was amazed, the boy was 16 already, but he still looked like a 14 year old.
"Jack Fost" he said, looking down at the manilla folder that held all of his infromation. "Jack Frost" he swore he would remember that name.