Green - color for nature or down to earth. As well as nature, green symbolizes healing and peace
"Excuse me?"
"What are you doing with my sister," the lady repeated. This woman had bright strawberry blonde hair with streaks of white; freckles that looked as if someone threw splatters of paint on her face, along with goth make up. This odd woman was the definition of grunge in the 90s. She wore a raven fedora, baggy shorts, ripped up boots with smeared grass stains, and an extremely long green plaid shirt. I don't want to bore you with the amount of detail she put into her makeup and accessories, but you get it. 90s grunge.
I dropped Elsa, resulting in her falling face first into a mouthful of straw-like grass. "Look, lady," I said, "I have no idea who you are. I've known this drunk woman since the day I moved out of a tent on a freeway."
"I've known this drunk woman since I was born," she retorted, grabbing the noodle arms of Elsa. who the hell is this woman, and why is she claiming to be her sister. Elsa would've told me about a sibling; and, well, she didn't.
I grabbed the grunge's shoulder; I wasn't gonna let a random stranger take my best friend. Wait? Best friend?
"You're not gonna take her anywhere!"
"Watch me, asshole!"
And I did what I did best, I let Elsa go. Why did I let her go? Why did I not keep ahold of her grasp? Why did I watch Elsa Summers leave my sight again?
I'm a douche, and I'm not proud of it.
School was school. Got to listen to gossip throughout the tight hallways of Burgess High, home of the snowmen and women (ask the principle, not me); learned about the birds and bees again in health; and had to drown out the usual gossip coming from Hans...
"So then, I heard that the knew girl that everyone is talking about-"
"Elsa," I corrected, poking at my corn bread and toxic chili.
"Yeah, whatever, and then I heard that she was going to ask me out soon."
I nearly flipped over the table. "What?!"
He chuckled with a mouthful of chili. "I know! Isn't it great! So many opportunities!"
"What the hell does 'opportunities' mean to you?!"
He scooted back, face flushed in embarrassment from the amount of attention I was attracting from yelling. He held out his hands in defense and grabbed at my green shirt, forcing me to sit down. He whispered harshly into my ears. "Look, dumbass, you know how this school likes to create rumors from the simplest of events. Don't be their next target." He stopped with the harsh mutters to look up at the audience of teens and cafeteria monitors. Half of them continued with their scheduled conversations, and the other half kept their eyes deeply imprinted in my actions, at the same time, thinking of new ways to torture me later about even caring for the drunken Elsa.
I took a breath and exhaled, my eyes tattooed to his. "Why the hell do you think you can date my best friend since I was three," I muttered with a frown the size of Mount Everest.
Hans lets out a breathy laugh, looking down at his inedible plate of "food". He was leaning back in the green cafeteria chair, hands behind his head, relaxing to the sound of fresh rumors.
"You're a fucking sociopath," I said, getting up from my seat, the chair collapsing to the ground as I stormed out of the jungle of teens.
When the bell rang, signaling third lunch was over, I decided to keep in mind of my substandard behavior, and went to math like a sophisticated student. Little did I know that I was gonna regret ever being a worthy student, and immediately thought about coming up with an excuse to bail this dark room. Nothing around the room held my interest. No color, no posters but the one that says to obey, and no enthusiasm. The only interesting object in the classroom was the exotic parrot named Lago trapped in a silver cage.
"And if we subtract this from the perimeter, we get what, class?"
Everyone mumbled different answers; some were wrong, some were correct, most said things weren't related to math, and a pitiful handful of us said nothing. I was one of the pitiful handful of kids.
Mr. Jafar sighed, placing the whiteboard marker on his desk, and lent on the whiteboard itself, wiping off most of the lessons we've relearned in the past ten minutes. "Well," he said, "what do you all want to learn. I mean, obviously you aren't interested in me teaching you things that benefit your future. Who wants to teach the class instead?"
Nobody made a peep; you could hear a pin drop five miles away.
"Come on, everyone." He erased the board, and opened a brand new container of dry erase markers, and picked a dark green whiteboard marker. "Don't be afraid."
Why did I raise my hand?
"Ah! Jackson Frost! Come up!"
Everyone had their pupils imprinted in my skin, waiting for me to mess up so they could add more stories to their list of rumors. I dragged my feet slowly and carefully to the front of the room. Mr. Jafar gave me the marker, and mischievously chuckled; he was just like the kids at this school, a psycho ready for the gossip.
"Mr. Jafar," I stuttered like a kindergartner speaking in front of a crowd for the first time, "Us teens don't want to listen to you teach us subjects we've already learned in middle school."
He hiccuped a scoff. "Well, how would you know if you've been skipping your classes for the past weeks?"
Girls giggled, and guys laughed. I spoke up on my part. "You know what, Mr. Jafar? You're right. I have been skipping my classes, so how would I know what my peers would like to learn?"
He grinned at my defeat.
"So," I continued, "let us ask the class what we want to learn. Though, I do know for sure they don't want to learn about volume and perimeter for the hundredth time."
The class mumbled all different types of things: "He's right" "I've learned about volume in the fifth grade" "So, anyway, have you heard about that rumor about Hans and Elsa getting together" "Did Astrid get my cheat notes" "Hashtag team Helsa" "What is everyone talking about? I dozed off..."
Unanticipated, a guy with dirty blonde hair stood up from his seat, a finger in the air. He was buff, a tight green shirt tucked into his grey sweatpants, and his brown eyes opened wide in excitement. "I have a subject!"
I pointed to him with thrill. "You! State your name!"
He jumped with anxiety. Every face that was pointing towards me was now towards him. "Kristopher."
"Kristoff -may I call you Kristoff- what is it that you think this class needs to learn about instead of eighth grade math?"
"Well, uh, I have two things." I nodded my head, waiting for him to speak his answers. "Healing maybe? Peace also?"
The classroom was tearing up with quiet laughter. Many mumbled things like: "That isn't math" "What a hippie".
I nodded my head vigorously. "Yes, Kristoff! Great job! That is exactly what this class needs to know about." I then created a tee chart on the whiteboard with the words "Peace" and "Healing" on each side of the tee chart. Jafar attempted to erase what I wrote because "it wasn't related to math", but I stopped the bearded man to remind him that he said nothing about the subject having to be related to math and that sort of junk. He immediately retreated the eraser, then sat at his desk, hands crossed to cover his sweaty pits, and a grumpy cat face to show his current emotion.
For the rest of the period, each and every one of my peers took turns naming things that can help our school become a better place to learn, and not worry about the harsh gossip that spread around school quicker than the track coach can fire his gun.
It was a corny thirty minutes, but honestly the most helpful thirty minutes of the whole school day. Being a good citizen is something teachers don't mark as their next subject. I'm glad I was even helpful at all today. That was a step for Mom allowing me back in the house.
As promised, after school I texted North and told him I'll be home late because I needed to pick up Pippa from daycare. With each step I took, I was getting closer and closer in being proud of myself. Not even twenty-four hours and I'm already changing; in a good way this time.
When I arrived at Sunny Side Daycare, the only person I recognize was someone I didn't want to see.
Elsa Summers.
I stomped over to her, and pulled her aside. "What the hell are you doing here?"
She smiled, looking at the entrance of children holding a rope with their teacher guiding them to their parents. She had layers of bags over her eyes. "Isn't it great, Jack?"
"Answer the question."
She rubbed her eyes and looked up at me. She was so tiny compared to me. "I was here because I came across your sister before I went to school."
My eyes widened. "What?"
Elsa smiled in reassurance. "Well, I was late to school, and as I was walking I saw Pippa and your mother at the bus stop."
My hand glided over my face, hiding it from flushing. "Was my mom okay?"
She looked down, scratching her ear, and sniffling. "I missed them."
More and more kids flushed out of the school. "Come on, Els," I said, placing my hands gently on her shoulders, "was my ma okay?"
"She looked hurt. And when I came over to them to say hi, she immediately gave me a hug." A tear traveled down her face. "I've never got a hug so tight, so loving in months, almost a year," she hiccuped.
I felt terrible. I didn't give her a hug when she left me, heck, I didn't give her any sign of affection since I last saw her. How could I, Jack Frost, protect her from rumors coming from Hans' mouth, but I could never protect her from the words that came out of my mouth? I wanted to show her that I truly care for her, but I didn't. Instead, I took my hands off her and faced the doorway of children.
"I love children," she said. Her previous mood wiped clean. I coughed in response.
"I've always wanted children."
I chuckled softly. "Oh yeah? How many?"
She held up two fingers. "I want them to be girls, and I want to name the first one Elisabet. Elisabet will be my brave sweetheart."
"I've always wanted..."
She turned to me quickly with a gleeful smile. "Really? You've never told me that."
I showed my teeth to her. "If I were to have a girl, I want the youngest to be named Jazzeliya, and I want to share my middle name with her."
"Overland."
"Yup."
She sighed. "Maybe we can have children together?"
"Well." What was I supposed to say to that? I can't leave her like I did those other times! "We'd have to wait until we're older."
"So, you would?"
"I never said-"
"You would!" She interrupted me with the most happy sound I've heard from her since she got back from leaving me. From leaving us.
Pippa finally came out of the doors, and she demanded for us to go the park. According to her, "nature is what we all need at the moment."
We arrived at the central park not far from the daycare, and before we all set foot on the grass, Pippa was already throwing me her Shrek backpack, and jumping on the swing set. Me and Elsa decided to sit in the watered green grass.
"So," I said, "you haven't actually answered my question about my mom. How was she?"
Elsa scratched her shoulder. "She was upset."
I gazed down at my lap. "Did she tell you why?"
"Nope." My heart slowed down a little bit in relief. "She said she missed me, and that you would be so grand to see me again, and then..."
"What?"
She held in a gust of air. "She asked me why I left."
I licked my lips, looking her in the face. "Why did you leave me, Elsa?" I can feel the tears rushing to escape my eyes.
She hugged herself the same way she did when she arrived at Dr. Frost's lair. "I don't want to tell you, Jackson."
I scooted closer to her. "Elsa, remember that promise you and me made as kids?"
"What promise? There were so many," she asked, laughing through her sobs.
"Our first ever promise we made to each other."
She turned her head towards me, her ponytail nearly smacking me. "Yea..."
"You said that we were never ever to leave each other. And if we held something in, we were supposed to let it out to one another."
She sighed. "Can we change the subject?"
My heart was beginning to quicken again. This is extremely frustrating. "Fine," I snapped, "how about that one chick this morning that was claiming to be your sister? Who the hell was she?"
"Her name is Anna, and..." She trailed off.
"You see, if you think that we can start being friends again, you have to speak your mind to me."
All she did was wipe her nose.
"Okay then," I got up from the grass, "what's this rumor about you dating my friend?"
She put her head in her knees.
"You ever think we can have kids together, well than maybe you shouldn't be going around, and dating people!"
She stood quicker than a bullet. Her face was a beet red, tears were smeared all over her face, and she was gritting her teeth. I looked down at her hands she was balling into white knuckled fists. "You will never understand what I'm going through, Jackson! You don't know what kind of rumors end and start here at our school! If you hate me so much, Jack, than why do you continue to stick up for me?"
"What?"
"I hear the gossip of third lunch, and how you always yell at people for talking trash about me. Even your disgusting friend of yours."
My body began to relax, and a wave of guilt washed over me like a missing stick in a beaver damn.
"Elsa?"
"I haven't seen my sister in years, and I don't want to be reminded of it!"
She stormed off after that.
And I let her. I'm the jerk, she isn't. I was her only close friend, and I ruined her spirits.
I must find a way to make it up to her...
Green - color for nature or down to earth. As well as nature, green symbolizes healing and peace
I'm glad to finish the third chapter in forever! Just a side not, I know I should've mentioned this in chapter one, but, I love symbolism. I made Save the Last One For Me a fanfiction that was hidden with easter eggs of Pixar and Disney refrences. The thing with the colors is a way to explain what the chapter would be focusing on. For example, This chapter was "green". Green symbolizes earth, healing, and peace. I try to put as much of those types meanings in my chapters as much as possible. So in next chapter, watch out for color refrences ;) .
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