Alternate
Chapter 2-
"And it was like wow! And then I went flying! And and and look! My tooth came out!" Jamie told Sophie and I.
"Wow!" Sophie said sofley.
"Now don't stay up trying to see her Jamie. Or she wouldn't come." I singsonged.
It was one of those nights. Meaning Mrs. Bennett was working late and I still had to watch over the kids. Not that I minded. Jamie and Sophie are sweet kids.
"But I can do it this time Natalie!" Jamie insisted and turned to Sophie. "Do want to hide and see the Tooth Fairy?"
"Hide, hide, hide!" Sophie giggled.
I laughed and scooped her up. "Bedtime kiddos."
"Awww!" Jamie said and collapsed on his bed.
"Natalie?" Jamie asked. "Who's Jack Frost?"
I sat down with Sophie on my lap. "Well, how about I just tell you every thing huh?"
Sophie and Jamie nodded eagerly.
"This started 300 years ago. A boy saved his sister from falling through the ice of a lake when they were ice skating. The boy went in her place. He grabbed his staff that was lying next to him. You see, the staff had a sort of hooked end on it and the boy grabbed his sister by the waist and tossed her to edge of the lake. They both looked up and laughed, thinking everything would be okay. But, then the ice gave way and the last thing he remembered was his sister's frightened face and her cry. 'Jack!'." I paused for dramatic effect.
"Darkness. That was the first thing he remembered. It was dark. And cold. And he was scared. But then he saw the moon. It was so big. So bright. It seemed to chase all the darkness away. And suddenly, he wasn't scared anymore. He floated to the surface of the lake, easily breaking through the ice. He gasped and looked around in confusion. He didn't know why he was there, or what he was ment to do and part of him thought he probaply (AN: Did I spell that correctly?) never would. He looked at the moon and it said to him, 'Your name is Jack Frost.' The moon refused to tell he anymore then that though. Jack floated down to the frozen surface of the lake, stumbling a bit." Another pause.
"Jack looked around in the cold night, when his feet touched something. He gasped and touched it again. It was his staff. Though Jack didn't remember how he got there, he sensed some familitery with it. Frost spread across it and a bright light caused him to gasp and bring it to a thud on the ice. Instead of breaking, beautiful frost pattrens spread across it. He chuckled and did the same to a nearby tree. He started full out laughing as he raced across the lake. The wind picked him up to admire his work and then dropped Jack onto a branch. Jack just started laughing and croched there, having spotted a nearby town."
By this time, Sophie was dozing in my lap, but Jamie looked as alert as ever.
"Jack flew down, stumbled a bit and then just laughed and brushed the snow off his coat. 'Hello.' He said. 'Hello. Good evening ma'mm. Ma'mm. Oh, uh, excuse me, could you tell me-' Jack was cut off on account of the boy ran through him like he wasn't even there. He gasped. 'Wow!' He exclaimed as more people passed through him as well. His name is Jack Frost. How does he know that? The moon told him so. But that was all he ever told Jack. And that was a long, long time ago."
"The end." I wispered. "And if you ever want to see Jack Frost, all you have to do is believe."
I carried Sophie to her bedroom and set her to sleep. I turned on her nightlight and headed downstairs. I had my creative writing class homework to work on. I had to write a children's book about winter.
Pretty strange things have been happenning lately. I got out my laptop and googled William Joyce. I clicked on the Wikepedea link and gasped. It said that he wasn't writing anything at the moment and it didn't mention anything about the Guardians. Holy mother of shit. The bedtime story I just told was real?!
Holy mother fucker of hell!
My god I've just walked right into one of my fanfictions. It made sense now. Jamie. Sophie. Bennett. Jamie went on a wild sled ride and lost his tooth! It's the begining of the story! Ack!
I shock my head. Deep breaths Natalie. Put on your coat and boots. Look up at the sky and tell yourself that there's not Jack Frost in the sky. Or on a pole. Or on the mother fucking roof!
I shriek. I had just gone outside and saw the boy from on the fence I saw earlier. But he was on THE FREAKING ROOF!
"Get down from there! You might break your neak!" I yell up to him. He ignored me.
"Hey! Crazy white-haired teen! Get off the roof!" This time he looks at me, shock clearly written on his face.
And get this. He freaking flies down! Flies down! Oh my god. I have officailly gone crazy.
"Y-y-you can see me?" He asked in disbelief.
My god. He's also hot.
AN-
Me: Aaaaand that's a wrap!
Natalie: I am not a studdering freak who goes over drooling over random boys!
Jack: So you admit you think I'm hot? *smirks*
N: No! I-I-arg! *growls in frustration and storms out of the room*
Me: Those two are going to be the death of me.
J: *turns to me* Does she think I'm hot?
Me: *stare at him* Really? She just thought that! Are you that dense!?
*Natalie comes back in the room* *She glares daggers at me*
Me: Ummmmm... SO anyway, REVIEW! ;)
