The next morning, you woke to screaming downstairs. Grabbing the blanket you slept under, you hastily scrambled down two flights of stairs to the main room, the one with the Christmas tree. At the top of the stairwell, you looked down to find eleven girls ripping through presents addressed to them. Lady Jay stood off to the side, a look of bewilderment on her face. Ms. Macklin, the cook, couldn't believe her eyes either.

You wrapped your blanket around yourself tighter, descending down the staircase. You were largely ignored, the other girls preoccupied with their unexpected presents. It only took three minutes for you to maneuver around the bows and wrappings that were strewn everywhere. The other girls had finished fishing about their gifts, loudly gossiping to each other. The only person that paid attention to you in that room was Lady Jay. She was curious as to what her most recent guest received from the mysterious, Secret Santa.

At the base of the tree were eight gifts for you. One was green, another yellow, a large one pure white, a circular one silver, a rectangular one red, one pink, a purple one, and the smallest, black. You picked the purple one out first, knowing from girls who spent years here that this particular present was from Lady Jay. Inside the box were winter pajamas, a robe for winter, and a thick blanket. You searched around the room for her, nodding your head at her in a silent thank you.

Next, you opened the red gift. The wrapping shimmered as you removed it. Inside, on a plate with the touch of China, were assorted Christmas cookies. Sugar, chocolate chip, snickerdoodle, peanut butter. Sprinkled, frosted, iced, plain. Beneath it, a giant red Santa's hat lain. You pulled it out of the box and placed it on your lap, running your fingers over the fluffy surface.

The white one, covered in snowflakes, caught your eye next. Untwisting the blue ribbon, you found pale blue tissue paper blocking your view of a pair of blindingly white ice skates in your size. Attached to one of the laces was a card with a Thomas Kinkade portrait of a wintry town. Inside it was, "Snowflake, I'm sorry for hurting you. Will you ever forgive me? Yours truly, Jack."

You smiled at his delicate scrawl, blushing slightly. Setting the skates to your left, you picked up the pink package. Flowers decorated the outside of it. Removing the lid, you uncovered the book E. Aster Bunnymund and the Warrior Eggs at the Earth's Core. Beside it were three painted, chocolate eggs and a chocolate bunny.

Calling out to you, the yellow, triangular box begged to be opened. From underneath the lace, you discovered a brilliantly bright pouch filled with golden sand, Dreamsand. A small note was attached to the corded drawstrings. In a golden script, the Guardian of Dreams told you, "Just a pinch on nights that sleep eludes you." Lying up against a side was a hardback copy of The Sandman and the War of Dreams. Your smile grew wider as you placed it atop your book from the Easter Bunny, at least, you thought it was from him. Who else other than the Guardians could come into a locked building without leaving any credible trace?

The green gift found its way into your hands. Tooth, you thought. Strangely, there were holes poked into the sides of the container. Hesitantly, you removed the lid, only to find one of the mini fairies pop out. She fluttered around your head, stopping to peer into your open mouth. After a few taps on your teeth, she gave you a thumbs up and settled on your shoulder. The other two remaining items were a feathered hair piece and the book, Toothiana, Queen of the Tooth Fairy Armies.

Turning to the last two gifts, you picked up the larger silver one. It was in the shape of the moon. Peeling the silver off it carefully, you discovered two silver bracelets and a satchel. Putting the jewelry on, you watched as they turned to fingerless gloves. Sliding your messy hair behind your ear, you reached for the last present.

It was entirely black, beckoning the darkness, refracting no light that grazed down. It was hastily covered, and not in wrapping paper. It was covered in cloth. Unwinding the scarf, you found a necklace of black glass, obsidian. It shimmered as you placed it around your neck. In the hollow of you neck, a pendant with your name engraved on it hung, seeming to pulsate with comfort to the beat of your heart. The mini fairy was busy eying the cookies and did not notice the stunning amulet.

Taking your other items from the Guardians, you started to put them away in the bag, the Dreamsand pouch tied on the outside and the feathered clip to the side with and extra pocket on the face. The books found their way into the larger pocket along with the card from Jack and the bunny. In the smaller pocket on the face, you hid your perishables from the other girls, many of whom you observed were Chocoholics.

Standing up, you placed the hat on your head and walked to your room, Baby Tooth following you. The bag went from one shoulder to the opposite hip, the skates slung over your shoulder, and the items from Lady Jay in your arms. You placed your newfound items on your bed, heading back to the room the Christmas tree was in. Calling the area a mess was an understatement.

Strewn all about the floor was wrapping paper of various colors, hues, and shades. Snuggled in with them were the tissue paper, packing peanuts, and bows which protected the once-inside contents. Sighing, seeing as nobody else cared that their temporary home was an Aegean Stable, you picked up the trash by hand, leaving the bows to their own pile. Three plastic trash bags later, the mini fairy the only being that helped you, the floor was visible. There was a stack of cardboard a mile high, a plethora of ribbons, and pine needles across the floor.

Only slightly hungry, you grabbed a yogurt from the kitchen's fridge, consuming it before a wave of dizziness forced you away to your room. You felt at your neck for your necklace, reassuring yourself it was real, before collapsing in a haze on a cleared space of your bed.

Dancingfrost, thanks.

Tbird12355, well, this is a [you]XJack (maybe Bunnymund too) story, so you're right on that aspect. But, your other guesses have a huge possibility of being incorrect. For example, everyone thought that Nevermore: the Final Maximum Ride Adventure would end with Max saving the world and Ari staying dead. No one thought that James Patterson would make Max and the rest of the Flock die. The only other thing you can be assured of is that you don't know what is going to happen to [you].

[Guest], that's the idea. :)

I have decided upon a date to do weekly updates; Monday. I chose Monday because in ancient times, the first day of the week was called Moonday. Another reason is that most Mondays are terrible, so this should perk you up. (Sorry for being a day late. By the way, tomorrow is my brother's 13th birthday!) ^_^ Review please! -Z