The air was full of break-taking cold wind, the fresh snow falling down on top of the old snow like a blanket.
The pale skinned, white-haired boy flew into the air and looked down proudly at his work. He crossed his arms across his chest and grinned, showing off his dazzling white teeth. He loved his job. Bringing joy to everyone around him. What was more fun than a snow day? And being able to make it snow whenever he wanted, it was a dream come true. He watched as the children below him played and had fun in the snow. They all seemed so happy.
He sighed to himself. If only they could see him. Then maybe he could join them, and have fun too. And he could tell them tales and show them his tricks. If only.
He may be 17, (or 300 it really depends on how you look at it) but he wants to have fun too. Growing up and acting sophisticated was extremely overrated in his eyes. Why would people actually want to grow up? Why would they want to give up on their hopes and dreams?
He pondered on the thought for a while before decided that he was going to join the children below him, whether they could see him or not.
"Stupid snow, stupid winter, stupid Christmas!" Alessia grumbled to herself as she pulled her coat tighter around her body. She felt her teeth chatter and watched as her breath came out in a white cloud in front of her. Her boots were soaked from the snow, seeking through to her socks, with annoyed her even more due to the fact that she still had another 30 minutes of walking left.
She sighed as all feeling on her feet disappeared. She walked to a near by bench and lent against the side, trying to wiggle her toes to get the feeling back. Her head shot up as she heard the mixed sound of laughing and screaming.
She watched in amazement as a young boy flew down towards her on a sledge at a fearful speed. She held her breath as he almost crashed.
She let the breath out as he suddenly stopped, a couch from a nearby truck sliding right into him. She gasped and ran towards him. As she got there they were joined by more kids.
"That was awesome!" the boy cried.
She rolled her eyes "Are you okay?" she asked.
He looked up at her and nodded hesitantly. "Yeah, I'm not hurt." his little eyes widened in amazement "Aren't you Alessia White?" he asked.
She tried to hide her smirk, but failed miserably. She knew there were a lot of rumors about her going around the streets. Caused by some girls at her school.
She nodded "Yep" she replied. Trying to act cool as she popped the 'p'. She wasn't used to getting this attention.
"I heard you're a vampire, is it true?" one of the kids asked excitedly.
She laughed to herself "I don't know, maybe" she paused before hissing playfully at them, causing them to laugh. "Be careful next time" She turned around, ready to leave.
The boy gleamed at her "Would you like to join us for a snowball fight?" the boy asked.
She mentally gagged at the thought. "Um, no thanks" she mumbled.
She turned around and quickly walked off before they could ask any more questions. She ignored the horrible feeling of guilt that hit her stomach for declining the boys offer.
A part of her wanted to join, but her stronger self would never allow it.
You hate snow. It ruined your life. You hate it, hate it, hate it... But it does look fun maybe a few minutes-NO! You hate it. She chanted to herself.
She carried on walking for a good 25 minutes before arriving at her destination. She walked up to the door and turned around, looking into the open. She laughed dryly to herself.
"Stupid snow" she hissed before stomping into the house miserably. She was greeted by the warm air of the fire hitting her, and the smell of hot chocolate. But of course, she knew it wasn't for her. She took off her boots, coat and gloves and walked into the main room.
"Where were you, Alessia?" her foster dad, Pete, asked her.
Alessia didn't mind Pete, he was genuinely sweet towards her, he treated her like his own daughter and she did admire him for it.
But it was Clare, her foster mom, and Jasmine, her foster-sister that she hated.
Hate. She seemed to use that word a lot. She hates winter, she hated school, she hated everyone at her school, she hated being invisible to everyone around her, she hated her foster-mother and sister, but most of all she hated herself for being so sour.
She smiled apologetically at Pete "Sorry, I worked an extra shift" she replied.
He smiled back "You work too much. Go out and have some fun! It's snowing outside" he yelled with enthusiasm.
She groaned "Don't remind me, I already ruined a good pair of boots because that god damn stuff" she mumbled in reply.
There was a loud gasp from the doorway "Don't use that language young lady" Clare yelled while storming up to her. "You should be ashamed of that fowl mouth!" she added.
It took all of her will power but Alessia managed not to roll her eyes "Yes, Clare, Sorry" she replied half-heartedly.
Clare was the type of woman who kept up to date with her looks. Just like her daughter, Jasmine.
She had long blonde hair, sky blue eyes and toned skin, which was actually just fake tan. For a 35-year-old, she sure looked good for her age.
As for jasmine, she had long caramel hair, green eyes and a light tan. A long with short, (very short) skirts and tank tops with inappropriate tightness. Jasmine was 17, and never let Alessia forget that she was the younger of the two. She was a very spoilt girl, which was why Alessia took a major disliking to her when they first met when she was 7 and Jasmine was 9. Jasmine had a new bright pink teddy and she threw it away, yelling at her mother because it 'wasn't pink enough'.
Jasmine always annoyed Alessia about her look. She called it boring, since Alessia stuck to long black hair that touched her ribcage whenever she ran, side bangs that almost covered the whole of her left eye and deep brown, almost black eyes. She also had somewhat pale skin, that had a slight tone to it. You could call her a plain Jane. But, of course she didn't care a lot about the way she looked.
"MOM!" a high-pitched voice screamed.
Jasmine entered the room, blowing on her freshly painted nails.
"Jassy, dear, what's the matter?" her mother cooed.
Jasmine's eyes locked with Alessia's, an evil smirk spread across her face. "Alessia won't come out in the wonderful snow with me!" she cried.
Alessia glared at her sister-in-law. And if looks could kill...well.
Clare turned to look at Alessia. "Alessia! What have I told you about making your sister happy?" she asked.
Alessia smiled sweetly. "I'll do whatever makes her happy, even if I don't want to, just whatever will make her happy" she mumbled through a fake smile.
Clare nodded "Good girl. Now tomorrow you will go out with your sister" she demanded while walking out of the room.
Jasmine smiled, childishly sticking her tongue out at Alessia and skipped out. "She's not my sister" Alessia mumbled before storming out, following jasmine to her room. She didn't knock, she just walked in.
"You little-ugh! You bitch! You don't even like snow, 'it makes your hair go frizzy'," she screamed.
Jasmine rolled her eyes "Don't be so stupid. We're not really going in the snow. What are we, 7? You're coming shopping, I need someone to hold my bags and tell me how good I look." she explained.
Alessia huffed "You have friends you know, and arms. Carry your own damn bags yourself!" she hissed.
Jasmine stood up from her king-sized bed and became face-to-face with Alessia. "Listen here, Alessi-eh." she spat, mocking the sound of her name. "You're coming shopping with me tomorrow and you're gonna' like it, or I'll tell mommy that you've stolen my make up again" she snapped back.
Alessia gritted her teeth in annoyance "I don't even wear make up." she stated. She rolled her eyes and finally gave in "Fine whatever, what time are we going?" she asked.
Jasmine grinned in glory "Be ready for 9am sharp, and don't wear anything embarrassing, now shoo. I have to call Rob" she pushed her out of the room and closed the door behind her.
How jasmine had a boyfriend, 'Rob', was beyond Alessia. She was whiny, petty and just plain annoying.
Alessia dragged herself to her bedroom and closed the door behind her. She sat on the end of her bed, taking out her writing stuff from her pillow. If Clare found it, she would definitely take it off her. She placed her back against the headboard of the bed and stared at the empty page.
She bit down on her lower lip and tapped the pen against the page as she tried to think of fresh ideas. She sighed and placed the book back under her pillow, walking towards her window.
She sat down on the window ledge and opened it widely. She breathed in the cold air, it fulling her lungs up. As much as she hated to admit it, she loved the feeling of cold air hitting her lungs, there was something refreshing about it.
She looked out at the snowy scene, her eyes twitched as she watched children play carelessly in it. She sighed and moved her eyes sight to her hands in her lap as she twirled her fingers around each other.
She blinked away the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.
No. She wouldn't cry. She hadn't let a single tear fall from her eyes since she lost her parents. She was strong. And crying was a sign of weakness.
She looked back outside as a shiver ran down her spine. Her eyes skimmed across the view.
She was sure she felt as if someone was watching her.
She shook her head and looked back down at the children as they played carelessly in the snow. She shivered again as her eyes glanced upwards.
"Creepy" she mumbled to herself, getting off the window ledge and shutting her window.
She glanced at her phone. 8:30pm. She sighed deeply, letting the drowsy feeling overcome her.
She brought her face to the window, her mouth inches away from it. She let out a long breath, leaving a misty haze on the window. She stood up and looked at the small space of breath that was left. She took her index finger and drew on a perfect heart onto the window. She looked at the heart and gave it a small nod of approval before climbing into her bed and pulling the sheets over her.
"Night mom. Night dad" she whispered before closing her eyes and slowly drifting to sleep
"ALESSIA! Get up it's almost time to go!" a voice screamed, causing Alessia to jerk up, earning her a loud 'click' from her neck.
She hissed in pain and began rubbing the back of her neck.
"HURRY UP NOW!" the voice cried again.
Alessia rolled her eyes "Okay, okay. I'm coming." she called back. "Keep your slutty, lacy pants on" she mumbled while almost falling out of her bed.
She yawned deeply from the lack of sleep she got last night.
She looked towards the clock that hung on her wall. 8:55.
"Shit!" she cussed.
She had 5 minutes to get ready. She groaned and stretched out her back, quickly walking over to her wardrobe.
She decided on an old pair of jeans, a plain blue long-sleeved shirt along with a black hoodie. She slipped on some brown knee-high boots and headed for the door. She stopped with her hand on the doorknob, her head turning to the window.
Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
The heart was still there.
She walked to the window and pulled her sleeve over her hands, trying to wipe the heart away, but no luck. The heart was on the outside of her window. She looked closely at it and her eyes widened in shock. This wasn't the heart she drew. It was much more rushed, messy and to add more to the confusion it was written on top of frost.
She laughed dryly. Frost. Jasmine was probably mocking her. She probably crept into her room, opened the window and drew it on just to freak her out. She rolled her eyes and headed out of the door.
"Finally! Took you long enough!" Jasmine snapped harshly. She roughly took a hold of Alessia's wrists and dragged her out of the house whilst shouting goodbye to her mom and dad.
"Where are we going?" Alessia asked, another yawn escaping her mouth.
Jasmine sighed dramatically. "Why are you yawning, you got hours of sleep last night! First, I want to get a coffee. Then you can help me buy a whole new outfit!" she squealed excitedly.
"I woke up 3 times in the night. I kept having strange nightmares" she replied.
Jasmine scoffed "Why, did you find a mirror in your sleep?" she snickered at her own joke.
Alessia rolled her eyes "No. It was weird actually." she explain, going deep into the thought of her dream.
"Well what happened?" Jasmine asked.
"I was with my mom, I was young. And I was laid in bed, she was sat at the side of my bed and I asked her to tell me a story. She got mad at me for it and began shouting at me. And I woke up whenever she began shouting at me. I woke up three times because of that same dream" she decided to leave out the fact she'd been having this dream for more than a week now.
Jasmine laughed "That's super scary," she replied sarcastically. "What story was it?" she asked.
Alessia smiled "It was about this guy, Jack something or other, I don't know. I remember my mom telling me a story when I was a kid about someone with that name who made it snow. I used to love it" She mumbled.
"Jack frost" Jasmine added.
Alessia frowned. Why did that name sound awfully familiar?
"Jack who?" she asked.
Jasmine looked up at her "Frost. The bringer of snow. The winter spirit, and all that crap. It's a story that a lot of people tell their kids." she explained.
Alessia nodded "Oh yeah. My mom used to tell me that story every night" she mumbled mostly to herself.
She shivered again, stopping in her tracks and narrowed her eyes, searching the streets for some sign of a stalker. Because this, wasn't normal. The only thing on the streets were dog walkers, couples and children playing in the snow. Nobody was watching her.
"Alessia. Get your fat, lazy as-" Jasmine was cut off by a large snowball hitting her square in the face.
Alessia bit her tongue, her eyes lightening up with amusement.
Whoever threw that, was her hero!
Jasmine wiped the snow off her face and glared at the nearby children. "Watch where you throw that stuff you little brats!" she screeched.
Alessia frowned "They're only kids. Lighten up" she replied, smirking at her foster-sister.
Jasmine scoffed "Whatever. Lets just go" she hissed, walking off.
Alessia turned to the children "Nice hit by the way. Whoever threw that" she grinned at them.
A little blonde haired girl walked up to her "But none of us-" she was cut off before she could finish her sentence.
"Alessia! MOVE! Or else-" Jasmine screamed, getting cut off by another snowball.
She grinned and held in a laugh, ignoring the question that burned in her mind of who threw the second snowball. She turned to the little girl. "Gotta' go. See you around" she yelled as she ran after Jasmine, who was now screaming at air about how much time she spent on her make up.
'This is going to be a long day' she thought to herself.
Alessia breathed in some more air and puffed in annoyance. She had lost all feeling in her arms from these 25 bags, and that wasn't an exaggeration, she was actually carrying 25 bags.
"Jasmine! Can we -puff-stop -puff- and please -puff- rest somewhere?" she asked, almost dropping the bags.
Jasmine sighed and stormed over to her, snatching 5 bags off of her. "There! Now you should be able to last 'till we get home" she hissed.
Alessia rolled her eyes and continued walking. "Thank you for your thoughtfulness, oh great kind one" she mumbled sarcastically.
Jasmine stopped in her tracks, causing Alessia to crash into her back.
"Okay ouch! What's the hold up?" she asked, dropping the bags carelessly.
Jasmine turned to face her, her eyes wide with worry. "Over there! Look, it's Tony Welfare. He's so hot" she squealed quietly.
Alessia groaned to herself.
Tony welfare, was about the most downright, idiotic, idiot you could ever meet. He has a 'thing' for Alessia. Or so everyone says. He's in the year above her and has almost every girl falling at his feet, except Alessia. Which is probably why he wants her so badly.
Jasmine squealed again. "He's coming over. Now, act normal" she whispered just before he reached them, his followers (as Alessia calls them), hot on his heels. And cue the failure flirting.
"Alright Jasmine" he turned to Alessia and winked "Alesy"
Alessia scoffed at the nickname he chose to give her this time round.
"Hey Tony! We were just shopping, I bought loads of new outfits I should show you them!" Jasmine babbled.
'Doesn't she have a boyfriend?' Alessia though pitifully.
Tony nodded, not taking his eyes away from Alessia. Which was now getting creepy. Maybe he was her stalker?
She sighed to herself, sick of seeing Jasmine flirt she picked up a couple of bags. "Well as fun as this little meeting is, I have to go home and do other stuff" she smiled politely and began walking off.
She walked faster as she heard someone whisper her name and 'loser'.
Names never really got to her. Well, there was something that drove her insane. It still does.
'Orphan Alessia'
That was a name she got called frequently. A name that how much she tried, still was able to cut her deep, because nobody cared.
Nobody cared that she lost her parents when she was just a child. Nobody cared that she has nobody she can genuinely talk to about things she can't with anybody else. And no matter how she looks at it, deep down, she knows nothing will change.