Many of you have not been enjoying how my story is going out so far, people think it's strange how everything moves so quickly, and how much information about the characters i've been holding out on. No more to that stuff. Here's something to clear everyone's questions and doubts.

Chapter 4: Lightning strikes

Jack hasn't been feeling himself lately, after that day Elsa opened up. He had no idea why he said those words that made her cry. He meant every word, because he thought that, all she did was never have friends, stay alone, and live a miserable life. He felt the rage welling up inside of him, as he yelled. Besides, he only tried to help. He wanted to be her friend. That was the day he found out why she didn't have any. She was scared at what she could do, ever since the day she did something to her friend, that caused her to get locked up inside a confined hospital for loony people. He hated being where he was right now. Sitting by his bed, and rubbing his aching temple. His bed didn't seem so comfortable, the air didn't manage with his lungs as he breathed heavily. He had a lot of festering to do. And it wasn't fun. His mother, Bailey Frost was out for the night.

After her sister died, she became widely addicted to drinking, partying, and waking up in an empty bar in the morning. Right now, she was at her friend's stag party. He was all alone. In his house, nobody to be with. He was sixteen for crying out loud, he needed some support from a parent. But he knew their wouldn't be one to listen to what he had to say.

He couldn't sleep, shaking his head, he stands up and sits down by his workdesk. Taking hold of a piece of paper and a pen, he starts to write what he's feeling. Ryhming along the way. Slowly, he smirks.

...

As Jack was about to finish, he jumped at the sound of lightning roaring outside. The lits in his room went out, and Jack sat in the dark. 'Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse.'

A few minutes later, he was holding a candlestick. Illuminating his room, sending dark twisted, flickering shadows throughout the walls. Jack slowly stood the candle on his desk and continues his work.

'Her eyes sparkle, two orbs of light,

Giving way, to this dark. And dangerous night.

Her piercing gaze, both fierce and fair,

I hope our bonds, shall never tear.'

"This is stupid..." Jack said to himself. But instead of throwing the piece away. He shoved it into his math book and extinguished the small flame on his candlelight, reaching for his bed slowly. Plopping onto it, he falls quickly, into a deep sleep.

...

"You don't look so good mate." Mr. SAndman sniffed. Staring at Jack as he entered his class. "Ain't you going to the nurse?"

Jack looked indeed didn't look so good, his eyes were red, he had bags under his eyes, and he was slouching. "I'm fine... just tired." Jack yawned. After he wrote that first piece, he couldn't help but make more. He seemed to have a talent, making poems. He really didn't mind his state that morning. He was just really glad he wrote those twenty-two others, he just felt relieved to get those words out of his mind. Come to think of it, he had no idea where he hid those poems. He wasn't bothered that much about what happened to him the past few days. "Sit down Jack." Mr. Sandman waved his hand in front of Jack's face.

"Uh, yes sir." Jack ran off to the back seat. Only to be shocked that who he was supposed to besitting next to was none other than James Black. He stared at him with one of his soul piercing stares, as Jack sat down. "Now class, who can tell me the mathematical symbol math wiz, Frederick con Lindemann determined to be a transcendental number in 1882?"

Jack was about to raise his hands when James punched his arm.

"No one?" Mr. Sandman asked his class. "Anyone?"

Jack again raised his hand, but was shoved down by James, grinning evilly. 'He's enjoying this?'

"The answer is pi." Sandy pronounced. "Next time, would all of you read your book, and don't just scribble mustaches on the portraits, it's disrespectful. Moving on here..."

James coughed. Jack not hear what his teacher said.

"And when pi is..."

Again, he coughed, right in front ofJack's left ear.

"Stop that!" Jack accidentally lost control of his voice and yelled.

"Excuse me, Mr. Frost?" Sandy asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothing... Sir." Jack tried to find the right words, but his search was fruitless...

After class, as Jack was about to exit, James went past him and toppled his math book on the ground. "Hey!"

"Here, Jack. Let me help." Elsa crouched down and noticed a small piece of paper that popped out from one of the pages. Jack gaped, and realized where he put all of his poems into.

"Elsa, don't." Jack stopped, dead on his tracks.

"Too late." Elsa smirked and grabbed the piece of paper. Reading it slowly, she starts to laugh her head out.

Reading it out loud:

"The sound of her voice echoes in my mind,

My soul and heart was slowly intertwined.

I could not sleep, that dreaded night.

Her cries, gave me, such a fright."

Jack had absolutely no idea how she was going to respond to what she had just could feel himself blushing as she smiled and nudged him on the ribs.

"You 'are' so lucky I like poetry, Mr. Frost." Elsa applauded.

"You like it?" Jack asked, he didn't really think highly of his work, he just wrote whatever popped in his head, that made sense.

"It's great, you, my friend, have a real talent." Elsa gingerly winked. "Come on, we've got Chemistry next."

"Uh... Yeah sure." Jack sniffed. Noticing the bell ringing, they rushed off to their class.

Behind a row of lockers, James was hiding, unseen under the shadows. Grinning evilly at what he just heard. And at what he was thinking. "So, that Jack has a girlfriend. Now I know what's really going to hurt him." He held in his hands, an old rusty coin. He quickly threw it in the air and grabbed it just in time.

Opening his hand, he looks at the coin on his palm. "Lightning is going to strike you Jack, for what you did to my brother. He's been waiting for revenge like this. And it's sweeter than the darkest of nightmares."

I know this is short, but I'm doing my best, stuck in my cousin's house for the summer. TypewriterSL is out.