Chapter 3
A/N: Hey Guys! Just so you know, I am horrible at accents, I'll be able do Bunny but for North… I'll try So, if words seem the wrong way round, that's just an awful attempt at North's accent. Anyways, here is the next chapter! Yay!
'blah, blah, blah' = thoughts
"Bye you guys!"
"Bye!"
Jamie and Sophie left their friends and began the trip home, Jack not far behind. Since the confrontation with Jamie, Jack couldn't help but feel the slightest bit guilty. Yeah, the other kids didn't pick on Jamie for his crush on Pippa, but it still embarrassed the poor guy.
"Hey Jamie, you okay my partner?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." The brown haired boy muttered in reply.
"It's just 'cause you don't look fine to me." Jack joked, little did he know that his first believer was furious with him.
"Shut up Jack." Jamie whispered.
This took Jack by surprised, "What?"
"I said shut up! Have you ever had your best friend tell everyone who you crush on Jack? Have you? 'Cause it's a horrible feeling!" he yelled back.
"Look, I'm sorry –"
"No you're not!" whimpered Jamie.
"Jamie, look… buddy I'm sorry. Okay, you're right. I've never had my best friend tell everyone who I had a crush on, because you're the first friend I've had in 300 years. I don't even think I've ever had a crush. But you know what? I'm sorry! I'm happy for ya, that's all. I'm just being idiot Jack, as always. I'm sorry for embarrassing you –"
"Leave me alone! Haven't you done enough?" cried Jamie as he grabbed his sister's hand and led them to the house. Leaving Jack behind on the frosted footpath to mingle with his thoughts.
'Way to go Jack, screw things up like always…'
(Angel's P.O.V.)
The message read: "Dearest Angel,
A child has stopped believing at an age far too young. Her name is Hammy Isstuff, age 7. She comes from a broken home in Australia. Her parents are divorced and are always fighting the moment they see each other. Hammy gets picked on by the bullies at her school and now has no friends. These factors have affected her education, her happiness and belief. That's where you come in. Make her believe again.
I now leave this for you to sort out.
MiM"
"Hey! He didn't say anything about my past this time!" my victory was short lived as I rolled the scroll down a bit further, and as expected, the message was there.
"All in good time."
"AHGGG! I hate this!" Those words needed no explanation. With the scroll rolled up hurriedly and placed in my book bag, I screamed to the skies, "Wind, take me to Hammy!"
I allowed the wind to guide me along the vast blue, whispering sweet nothings into my ear to relax the tension I felt.
It's not that I hated working with kids, I loved kids! I just hated the assignments where I had to watch them suffer, where I had to ponder, day after day, on how to make them believe again. To make them happy. You see, it's not all story books for me. When I speak a tale aloud, the people around me can imagine the stories I say! Even if they don't believe. I can see they're imagination.
Similar to what Sandman's dreams look like, my imagination appears as dancing images made out of the Baby Tears that thrive in my library, above children's heads as they listen or read one of my stories. Hidden with my books in my bag, I have a crystal ball that allows me to access the children's imaginations and shape the Baby Tears to fit the characters in my story. Without my crystal ball, the child is left to imagine the tale all on their own. Normally, if a child is reading my stories I allow them to imagine the tale themselves. But in dire circumstances such as this, I take control.
But sometimes, a child needs more than just imagination. They need a shoulder to cry on, but no matter how hard I try, I can't be there for them. It hurts me to see a child in pain, but due to them not believing in me, the only words of kindness I can give them are the words in my stories. It makes it difficult for them to believe again, when they have so much emotional junk in their lives that they feel they can't talk to anyone about it. But the truth is I'm here. I'm here for them to talk to! For them to cry on! But alas, they don't believe in me. And with Hammy, I believe this will be the struggle we both face.
(End Angel's P.O.V.)
The North Pole
Jack felt like he had destroyed everything he had worked for. Everything he cared about. Because he had hurt Jamie. His friend. His believer. It was Jack's job to protect the children, and teasing a child mercilessly until he broadcasts something you already know, isn't protecting a child.
Jack lay on his back in the rafters of North's workshop. North had signalled the lights, meaning that there was a Guardian meeting that was to take place.
'How is a silly, little Guardian meeting more important than apologising to Jamie?' sighed Jack as he listened for the sounds of each of his friends arriving.
As usual, Tooth fluttered through the window speaking commands to her fairies, "We got two in Toronto and one in California. There are three in Australia that still haven't been exchanged yet. There's a tooth in the Philippines, four in Brazil and two in London! Go, Go, Go!"
Sandy descended from the ceiling in an aeroplane made of golden dream sand. A cute pair of goggles over his eyes. Landing beside North he formed a question mark above his head.
"I know Sandy. But will all be explained." North spoke reassuringly.
"My bloody FEET!" screamed Bunny as he dashed into the workshop and jumped straight in front of the fireplace, "Why you had to build your bloody place in the arctic mate, I'll never know!"
"It is legend, Bunny! Tradition! We must follow. Yes?"
"Yeah, yeah. What eva' mate. Oi! Where's the bloody show pony? Late again I suppose?" Bunny spoke harshly.
"Up here kangaroo!" shouted Jack from his hiding place, "I was here before you!"
"Don't call me a–" Bunny started, only to be cut off by North.
"Shush Bunny! Jack have very bad day, yes? We leave be, no?"
On hearing this, Tooth was drawn out of her conversation with her fairies, "What? Sweet baby tooth, what happened?"
"I not know, teenage things?" North questioned.
Jack sighed.
"Can we just get this meeting over with? It's obviously more important than my personal issues!" he snapped.
This took the Guardians by surprise, never had they seen Jack like this, "Very bad day. Let's begin!"
But not even Jack's outburst could prepare the Guardians for the message they were about to receive from MiM.
A/N: I know this is short you guys and I'm sorry! Today's just been a bit of a rush for me, I'm trying to do two stories at once with daily updates, and it's very hard! I'm in my room all day trying to write these for you and not doing a lot else, but I'll try to keep these updates coming. Tomorrow they're probably won't be an update for this story, but who knows I might surprise you? I'd quickly like to thank hammyisstuff for allowing me to use her name in my story, go check her out! Anyways, thanks for reading this and I'll see you soon! Yay!