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As always Rise of the Guardians and The Guardians of Childhood do not belong to me. They belong to William Joyce and DreamWorks! This chapter was originally written by the fabulous author Starskulls who'm I adopted the story from! Hope you like the chapter guys!


Spirit -not so- Well High School

Chapter 3: Kind Silence

After fifty minutes had passed and the class all had extra homework due to Aster, the whole class bounded out of the classroom while chatting loudly over the noise of the bell and the increasing number of kids coming out from classes and making their way to their lockers. Jack was the last one out of the class, trailing behind seeing as he hadn't made any friends yet and he hadn't made a good start.

Taking another look at his timetable, he saw that his locker was down near the canteen. Lucky since it was break next. He silently hoped that he wouldn't run into Aster as he knew that he wouldn't be happy. Not happy at all.

Finally, he found his locker and saw that it wasn't old and didn't have any graffiti on it or anything bad. He took his bag of his back and dumped it on the floor in front of his locker and he twirled the dial that opened his locker. It opened with a creak and Jack saw that all the books he needed were already in there and also his gym kit too. Jack then picked up his bag again and emptied the books out and put in his history book and his gym kit.

As he shut his locker with a sigh, he heard the scuffle of a jammed locker next to him and he looked to the left slightly. He saw a kid about his age, who had sandy colored hair and was wearing a golden colored top, blue jeans and had a red scarf around his neck. His golden colored eyes were narrowed in frustration as he struggled to pull his locker open.

Now Jack was usually willing to help anyone but since he was new here, he wasn't so sure. Well this kid didn't really seem that threatening unlike Aster so he decided to help. "Umm… hey… do you uh… need help with that?" Jack said with a slight stutter in his voice.

The golden haired boy looked at him and raised his eyebrows. Now Jack thought he was giving him the 'Are-you-talking-to-me?' look so Jack looked away in embarrassment and started to walk away. But actually, the golden haired boy was surprised that this new white haired boy wanted to help him seeing as he was quite short and was quite easily ignored.

As he was about to walk away, the golden haired boy tugged at the new kid's hoodie who turned around in surprise. "You want help?" Jack asked and the boy nodded in response. Jack was now smiling on the inside but didn't show it.

Jack then stood in front of the jammed locker and banged on it three times with his fist. The locker swung open easily and Jack looked at the golden haired boy who was smiling happily. After a few seconds, Jack really wanted the boy to talk to him but he didn't which hurt him a little. The boy seemed to notice and quickly pulled a notepad and pencil out of his pocket. He quickly scribbled down something and held it up to Jack.

'Sorry, I can't talk, my voice box is damaged and it hurts too much for me to speak so this is the only way I can communicate. My name is Sanderson ManSnoozie by the way. Who are you?'

Jack nodded understandably, "I see. My name is Jack. Jack Frost" Jack said holding out a hand and Sandy shook it happily and then started to write something else down.

'Nice to meet you Jack! Jack Frost, as the Winter Spirit? I don't want to be rude but do you dye your hair and do you wear contacts?'

Jack smiled, it usually bothered him if someone else asked this but Sandy didn't seem the mean type. "Yeah the name matches doesn't it? And no, I don't. It's all natural! Hey there is an upside; you wouldn't lose me in a busy crowd" Jack said and Sandy laughed but no sound came out of his mouth but Jack knew that he had made a good comment.

Sandy then scribbled down something else and held it up.

'Hey, do you want to sit with me and my friends at lunch? They would love to meet you!'

Now Jack was so happy, he could have jumped up and down like crazy but he kept his cool. "Yeah sure" Jack said with a smile. Sandy smiled too but a loud slamming of a locker that made the pair look in the direction of the noise.

Pitch, was watching them as he finished taking the things out of his locker. Jack was still unaware of his name but Sandy knew all too well who this guy was. He gave him a sharp glare but his attention seemed to be on Jack. Pitch did nothing but smile and walk off in the opposite direction and Jack turned to Sandy, "Who was that kid? Seems kind of… odd" Jack said but who was he to judge?

Sandy scribbled down something down and held it up for Jack to see.

'His name is Pitch. Pitch Black. He is a bit odd for definite! He picks on everyone at school and sometimes he gets in fights with kids too. Last year, he wrecked the fair and picked on all the younger kids!'

Jack's blood boiled at this. He picked on little kids? That was just plain mean! If he caught Pitch doing that he would… No! He wouldn't get kicked out of school again. "Sounds like a real jerk" Jack commented and Sandy nodded in agreement.

The bell rang through the air again and Jack realized that he had been talking to Sandy for the whole of break! Wow that was a record! "Hey Sandy, I have History next! Have you?" Jack said and Sandy nodded and gestured with his hand to follow him. "Great!" he said smiling. The pair then rushed to History class and for the first time in a very long time, Jack felt happy.


And there you have it! The next chapter will be up next Sunday unless something bad happens or the world comes to an end via zombies or, well, anything else really!

Oh! And just a quick note, the chapters will be getting longer as time goes on and I start writing mine. :)

Until next time people! Keep calm because nobody else knows what there doing ether!

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