Author's note: Sorry for updating so late, I was having a little bit of trouble with this chapter:/ but it's here now so enjoy:)
So Cold Chapter 7
Does it snow in warm places too?
We take a cab to the nearest town, but I don't meet any interesting people there so I walk around for an hour or two. We stop at a coffee shop and I get myself a pretzel.
"Mr. Wind?" I ask, and he looks at me. "Can you let me be alone, just for the rest of the day." He frowns, but I plead, so eventually, he sits down at a table with a news paper in hand and I'm free to wander off, as long as I'm back before dark.
I walk around town, aimlessly trying to find a place to just sit down and think. I try to talk to a few people, but they ignore me, like everyone does. I start to walk faster and faster and soon I'm running. I run as fast as I can, the tears are hurrying down my cheeks and I clench my eyes shut, desperately trying to stop them.
But then I bump into someone, and I fall on the hard pavement. Little round things scatter all around me and the person I bumped into becomes really mad.
"You little shit!" He screams at me in anger, "look what you've done!" I follow his orders and look around me. The little round things, no, not round, they're oval, lie broken on the ground. I lift my hand that has been cracking one of these things. I look closer at it and then ask him.
"Are these eggs?"
"Damn right they are" He snarls at me and I notice his features, they're quite peculiar, and that it's his natural look I seriously doubt.
He's tall, bulky, tan and has tattoos all over his chest and arms. You can't help but notice them. He's wearing nothing but board shorts and slippers. His hair has a weird color to it, long in two ponytails starting at his shoulder. It's like a blueish gray, but I can't say much, since mine is
white. His eyes are a warm green, like a meadow, but there's something very cold about them.
Most of the eggs are broken and I apologize, saying I'm sorry. He answers with: "You'd better be, you just ruined Easter!"
That puts me into a shock, because I've never ruined anything before. I've actually never done anything to anyone before, not counting that time when I kick the guards and tried to escape. I shudder at the thought and shake it off.
I follow him, trying to find a way to make up for this. Nothing comes to mind.
"Did I really ruin Easter?" I ask hopefully, maybe this is just some sort of joke.
"Yes!" He spats at me. "Why are you following me?"
"I want to help."
"Well you can't, so leave."
"Why can't I?"
"Because you, you just can't okay?" He turns around to face me, and I see that he's getting really mad.
"Okay" I say, disappointed. I really want to make up for this.
"Can I ask you one last thing?"
"What?!"
"What's your name?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Just curious"
"It's Aster"
"Aster, Just that?"
"No"
"Well"
"E. Aster Bunnymund"
I chuckle
"What's the E for?"
"Go away."
And that's a wrap everyone, You're all probably thinking: Oh, this is Blizzard of 68? Lame. But no this is not my interpretation of the Blizzard of 68, this is merely how they met. Thanks for reading, reviewing, following and favoriting:)
