Hello! Welcome to my first chapter! This is a sequel to my first story, Punishment Due. If you haven't read it already…you need to. And if you have…then I am allowing you to read this story! This is the first chapter, so it's not very long. Enjoy!
Today was September 9th. It was also a day that Jack would come to remember. It was a first time and a last time. And it started in Jamie's room.
Jack had been dropped off the night before so that, in the morning, Jamie could help Jack work out what to wear. Jack had opted for a white top, blue hoodie, black trousers and a school bag with a snowflake design. He said it made him feel more comfortable with what he was about to do.
Today was the day that Jack Frost went to school.
It had all been North's idea. With Abby's powers on hold, Jack was stuck as a human for who knew how long. North decided that it would be better for Jack to use his time as a human rather than just sit around all day. It took a bit of time and some clever planning, but finally, Jack was accepted into Westby High School. Now all Jamie had to do was convince Jack to wear socks.
"NOOOO!" The load cry of the Guardian of Fun split the air. Jack was standing on top of a chest of draws and was attempting to climb the walls away from the small pair of woollen foot coverings in Jamie's hands.
"But Jack, you'll look weird if you don't wear socks. And your shoes will rub!" Jamie took a step nearer, which resulted in fresh waves of agony being expelled from Jack's mouth.
"I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS! I REFUSE TO WEAR ANYTHING ON MY FEET! STOP!" It seemed that nothing short of an army could force the socks onto Jack's feet. So, after a large amount of thought, Jamie gently laid the socks as near to Jack as possible and went to get some spare stationary.
Jack stopped screaming. Instead, he stared at the socks in front of him. Ideas spilled through his mind until his brain finally settled on one. Lifting the socks with two fingers and holding them away as if they were toxic, Jack approached the window and, after peering around carefully, threw the socks into a large patch of grass in next door's garden.
"Phew…" Jack sank down and rested his back against the wall. He hoped he never had to go through such trauma again. And he knew what to do if it did. Just…dispose of the evidence using whatever means possible. A flamethrower might be useful.
"Jack?" The sound of his tormentor echoed up the stairs. "We need to get going if we're going to get you to school on time. Come down when you're ready!" The winter spirit sighed. Climbing to his bare feet, Jack began to head downstairs. He hoped no one would find out about this new phobia of his. And he hoped no one else wanted him to wear socks.
Can someone tell me what the phobia to socks is called? I doubt that it's Sockophobia. Anyway, did you like it? I haven't got into the correct frame of mind to write this story yet…but don't worry. I know I can do it! Tell me what you want to see and I'll try and work it in somehow! That includes comments for Punishment Due as well!