I walked home with some kids complaining that I didn't get to finish the story.

"Well, today's Sunday so I have classes tomorrow that's why I have to save the story for the next time."I explained. "And besides my mom will go ballistic if I don't get to bed early when the next day is a school day."

"If Jack Frost makes it snow tomorrow, will you come to tell the story?"

I let out a chuckle. "If he makes it snow, and you build a fire."

As I see to it that the kids returned to their homes safely, I started getting back home too. As I walked, I crossed my arms and muttered to myself, "Dear Jack Frost, I believe you're real but can you not make it snow tomorrow?

A gust of wind blew around me making me feel colder.

"So should I take that as a yes or no?"

The wind blew again.

"Oh thanks, that really helped me." I muttered sarcastically.

"You're welcome" the words brought by the wind to my ears.

I was wide eyed. I ran, arrived at the door of my house, opened the door, went inside, slammed the door behind, ran upstairs, opened the door to my room, slammed the door and sat on a chair infront of my desk.

My brain was filled with words for my essay. I picked up my ballpen, grabbed a paper and started writing furiously and when I was done, I fell asleep. Morning came at the sound of my alarm clock. I stared out at my window while rubbing my eyes.

It wasn't snowing.

I grinned and noticed the frost ferns on my window. I ran to the bathroom and took a bath. After 1 hour of preparation, I checked myself for school and headed out towards the train station. My phone beeped and I read a text message from the school that there was no class today because it was snowing.

My school is thirty minutes away when riding a train so maybe that's why it isn't snowing here. I sighed; I guess I'll continue the story later on. I went back home and dropped my school bag. I grabbed my canvas with pencils, erasers, ballpens and paper in it.

"Dear, I got your essay. Isn't today the deadline?" My mom called out.

Uh-oh. I hastily went downstairs. I've never let anyone read my work before except for my teachers because it's embarrassing. I passed my mom and grabbed the sheet of paper from her hands.

"Today's snowday at school. No class. Thanks. Bye. Love ya!" I shouted as I went outside the house as I hear my mom mutter, "This kid…"

I ran down to the street towards the old man's cottage. And somewhere along the way I slipped on an ice causing me to fall and let go of my essay.

As I try to get up, a blast of wind blew all over me ruining my hair and leaving me cold.

"It seems Jack Frost is going to be nipping noses today. And I don't know if he's simply being mischievous or just being himself." I muttered.

The wind blew again and realized that my essay is gone. I watched as I saw the sheet of paper flying farther and farther away from me.

"If it's meant to be mine it will come back to me" I shrugged

"But THAT'S MY ESSAY!" I shouted loudly and ran all out. It would be embarrassing if someone read it. I followed my essay, past the old man's cottage through the woods. By the time I entered the woods I lost sight of it.

I turned around concluding my search in vain. I passed the cottage finding the sun high up indicating that it's noon. I went back home, had lunch and was hardly waiting for sunset for the story-telling. This is why I wished it was a school day. I had something to do at school.

I took out my pencil, eraser and a paper from my canvas bag. I started sketching the eyes while lying on the bed against my stomach. I don't know why but I unconsciously drew those frosty blue eyes. I erased and shade as the frustration and eagerness blended as I draw. As I looked at my over all drawing (see cover image of the story), I stared at it curiously, why had I drawn him this way?

Maybe it's just my wishful imagination wishing to see someone who smiles smugly this way. His eyes innocent and his smile is not a smirk but rather kind like he's content being in the behind-the-scenes.

A gust of wind filled the room lifting my drawing then dropping it on the floor. I shivered feeling the winter's air. And then the room seemed to sense a presence, like a drop falling on water, the temperature in the room grew colder for just a winter's air.

I looked around, snowflakes coming in from the window,

It was a light step I felt and I turned around.

Normally when your bedroom is entered by some stranger, you'd be scared or freaked out. But I wasn't, I was just pleasantly interested with this guy who has silver hair- not silver when you grow old but silver with a shade of blue.

He was looking at the floor, at my drawing like he couldn't believe it then he shifted his eyes on me in bewilderment, in hope and wild-eyed. "How-W-Can you…see me?"

"Yes" I replied. "I'm Alice"

He let out a cheer, did a back-flip and landed on my table desk. He wore a confused look. "But how?"

"What do you mean how? I have two eyes!" I said exasperated. "What's your name?"

That's when I knew. Even before he said it.

His blue eyes stared into mine and I understood. The sprinkle of winter on his hoodie, his blue shade silver hair & frost in his eyes.

The personification of winter.

Then, it started snowing in my room.

"Jack," the stranger said. "Jack Frost."