As I walked off the bus I saw my grandpa, Jamie Bennett. He waved me over, and palled me into a hug.

"How was the ride? Probably not too much fun right?" He asked. That's the thing about my grandfather, he has an obsession with fun. I never really got it.

"It was OK Gramps. The people could have been a little quieter when they snore though. "

That got Gramps laughing. I personally didn't think it funny but I guess he did. He led me to his truck Which was parked on the other side of the bus stop. I jumped in the front seat as he pack my suitcase in the trunk.

I was quiet on the way to the house. Gramps tried to get a conversation out of me it didn't work. We stopped at a stop sign near what looked like a park. There were kids all over having a huge snowball fight. I smiled remembering the fights I used to have when I was littler in Gramps ' backyard.

"We can stop and join if you want. Most of them have me as a teacher and wouldn't mind if we join." Said Gramps to try and get something out of me. He's also a elementary school teacher.

"No that's fine." I respond.

"It wouldn't be a problem. I think I see little Annie and Landon out there."

Annie and Landon are my great aunt Sophie's grandkids. I used to babysit them when the adults went out to buy presents for Christmas every year. It was a tradition we had. Until I stopped coming, two years ago. I hated not coming but I had my reasons.

"It's not that I don't want to Gramps, but I would fell silly being a teen and playing with little kids." I responded.

"Jack's out there I bet, he's technically a teenager. And what about me I'm an adult."

"But your their teacher you probably play with them all the time."

"True." Gramps responded. "But Jack is probably out there. You remember Jack right? You two used to be the best of friends."

I twirled my snowflake necklace. "Jack?" I asked.

"You forgot Jack?! He was your best friend. I remember last time you we're here you we're writing an essay on winter and wrote it all on him. It was so cute. You made him so proud we had to beat him at a snowball fight to humble him again." He chuckled. "Good times."

The essay. I guess it's time to change the topic. "How's the pond this time of year?"

"Jack gave it an extra layer just for you. I still have Grans' skates if you want to use them."

"Is it OK if when we get to the house I go and skate for a while?"

"That's perfectly fine. I half expected you to ask that."

We pulled into the driveway at that moment. I hopped out and grabbed my suitcase. I rushed to the guest room and dropped my suitcase. If I remember right Gramps put Grans' ice skates in the closet near the back door. As I walled down the stairs I saw Gramps with Grans' skates and a Thermos of hot cocoa. I guess he did k ow me too well, even if I haven't come down in two years. I smiled gratefully and ran towards the pond in the woods.

It looked exactly as I remembered it. Peaceful. I remember the first time I came here, it was when I had asked Gran to teach me to skate. I had to be my best memory. I miss her.

As I skated I thought of her and Gramps. Since she died connecting has been hard. People leave, that's something I don't want to deal with again. So now I've promised myself not to become too close with anyone. I know it's bad to act this way but I guess I'm a little depressed even though she's been gone four years now.

When I finally left the fog of thought I noticed it had gotten pretty dark. Time to get home.

As I walked home, I had no idea a shadow was following me, smirking at his luck. Nor did I notice the boy flying by watching me skate and now me walking home.

So here you go, Sorry it's been so long, I wanted a good chapter, OK No I've been sucked into reading fanfiction, I forgot to write my own. That's pretty bad. Hey let me know if you have any stories I might be into, I'd love to read them. Love you all!

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