.:Chapter one:.
Not to long ago, somewhere in Christmas land, lived an unusual. His name was Sam Crane. He was very tall and slim, wiry and stable. He was quite different from his fellow Towner's. With black hair and streaks of blue, his hair was always messy. He had a small nose and a smile like the crescent moon on a dark and foggy night. His skin was very pale, like that of a ghost. His eyes were the color of a midnight blue. He didn't have pointed ears like the other's and he was defiantly not all warm and fuzzy inside like them.
Something was different him. It was as if he never even belonged in Christmas town. He didn't fit in with his fellow students. There was an empty hole waiting to be filled.
Waking up early on an October morning by a knock at his window, he rubbed his eyes and sat up. Grabbing his black robe and slipping it over his shoulders, he slugged his way to the window. He looked around outside to see who it was but there was no sign of anyone. He unlocked the window and slid it up, just enough room to poke his head out. The icy breeze stung his fragile face.
All of a sudden out of the corner of his eye he saw two elves throw something in his direction. Before he could move out of the way, he was smacked in the face by an iced snowball. Yelping in pain, he grabbed his left cheek and wiped away the melting ice ball on his warm, soft skin. They howled with laughter as Sam yelled. He turned toward the two elves and gave them a look that could kill. They threw down the rest of their ice balls and ran in the other direction. Squealing like little girls.
He pulled his head inside to the warmth and slammed his window shut, locking it tightly. Walking over to the bathroom he mumbled a few curse words. Grabbing a towel and wiping his wet, now bruised face of the pain. 'no need for ice' he thought. He sat down on the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. 'why do they do this to me?' he thought staring deep into himself. 'what have I done to any of those freaks?' He closed his eyes and rid the thoughts of the past from his mind.
"Sam, your breakfast is ready and hurry or else you'll be late for school." His mother said from outside his bedroom door. Sam walked out of the bathroom, throwing the towel on the ground. He went to his armoire, and pulled open the doors. Searching for his school uniform and throwing it on to the end of his bed, he quickly dressed in the black pants and white shirt. He slid on his belt and then slipped on some socks and his black Chuck Taylors. He wasn't allowed to wear them in school but he did so anyways.
On his way out of his room he grabbed his tie and coat from behind his door. Walking down stairs he could smell the delicious homemade blueberry pancakes his mother was famous for around town. He finished wrapping his tie around his neck as he entered the kitchen. Sitting down his mother placed a plate of pancakes in front of him. He dug in right away. The sweet taste of syrup and blueberry's filled his mouth with every bite, the rich fluffy pancakes with sticky warm syrup ran down his throut and filled him instantly. Finishing it up with a glass of milk, he got up and grabbed his books from the counter. His mother suddenly dropped the glass she was holding, letting in crash to the floor. She walked over to Sam and gently grabbed his chin turning his head toward her.
"What in Rudolf's name happened to your cheek Sam." She asked with big bulging eyes and a worried look on her face.
"Nothing..." he said trying not to look directly in her eyes.
"This does not look like nothing to me. Samuel Crane, what happened to your face?" She asked again but this time with rage. " Was it those boys again, I swear on Mrs. Clause's name that..."
"I fell getting out of bed ma. I hit my cheek on the nightstand. I'm ok." He pulled away from her tight gripe on his chin and kissed her cheek. "See you after school" he said exiting the house. He pulled out his scarf from the inside pocket of his jacket and wrapped it around his neck. He loved his mother very much but couldn't stand her when she worried about him. He never knew his father. He 'supposedly' left his mother when giving birth to Sam. She won't even tell him his name. Not that he cares anymore. He walked along a shoveled sidewalk to his school. One hand in his pocket and the other holding his books.
'I hate school, why do I even bother. Everyone there just stares at me and messes with my head.' He thought as he turned the corner on to Reef St.
"Watch out" he heard a girl cry. He ignored it though, because he knew there was going to be a rude comment towards him. All his life he'd been used to getting beat up or being teased.
"Here comes Insane Sam." The girl and a few others laughed and giggled.
Ignoring everyone around him he walked up the stairs to the school and entered without a word. He went along through his daily routine. By lunch he had been pushed into a wall eight times by the 'popular' elf's and called many different cruel names. They seem to never get bored of it. One time he even tried to beat them at their own game as he ducked and ran but tripped over someone's foot and flew head first into a locker. He finished his day of school with another ice ball in the back of his head.
He got home and walked straight upstairs to his room slamming his door behind him. He threw his books on his desk, took of his coat and scarf, laying them over a chair then plopped down onto his neatly made bed with a sigh. He turned around so that he faced the ceiling. He kicked of his shoes and loosened his tie. His mother knocked at his door.
"Come in" he said softly turning on his side hiding the pain from his mother.
"You received a letter from your cousin Jane." She stepped inside his room and waved the envelope around.
Sam, forgetting his angers, jumped up and ran over to her snatching the letter from her hands and ripped it open. He unfolded the paper as his mother stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her. He started reading as he sat down on the end of his bed.
Dear Samuel,
How are you? I'm doing great. Still up in the mountains with
daddy but we're having plenty fun. I miss you much. Good news
though. I'll be coming to visit you and aunty in three days. I can't
wait! It is going to be so much fun.
Love and kiss's Jane.
Jane was the only person who could understand him. They have been close friends ever since he can remember. He was so happy that she was finally coming to visit. He hadn't see her since last Christmas when her mother died. It was horrible. Blocking that memory from his mind, with the slip of paper still in his hands, ran down to the kitchen to find his mother.
"Ma, Uncle Howard and Jane are coming to visit!" he said. For the first time in a long time he smiled. His mother was sitting at the table sipping a hot cup of tea. She noticed this and smiled herself
" I know dear, I'm the one that asked them." She said placing the cup down on the table.
"Why don't you go and set up the guest room." She told him. He put down the letter and raced upstairs. He cleaned up the guest room quickly. Then it was time for dinner. He ate slowly knowing that he had some unfinished homework to do. Finishing the ever lasting homework, he slipped on his night wear and went to bed.
The next morning he woke up happy knowing that there was two more days till Jane came home. He hurried to dress, then climbed down stairs, eating fast and then picking up his coat and books he left the house. He was so happy that day, he smiled slightly remembering Jane's silly laugh. Nothing could spoil his day, or so he thought.
He turned the corner of Reef St., walking at a slow pace but with long glides. All of a sudden he was knocked to the ground.
He shook his head full of snow and then sat up wondering what had happened. One of the popular elf's, Scott, was standing over him.
"Well, well, you certainly seem happy today, Sammy boy." he said with a smirk.
Since Sam was in a joyful mood he stood up, ignored Scott, and walked around him. He was much taller then him but never had the nerve to stand up to him. And then again Scott kicked Sam behind his knees and he fell dropping his books. Sam was so agitated. He clenched his hand with ice and snow and quickly jumped up and shoved it into Scott's face before he could do anything more. Scott shocked, reacted right away. He punched Sam in the stomach and then in his face. Blood leaked from his mouth. Soon more of the popular elf's joined in. They hurled him to the side where a fence stood high. Kicking him hard in his side, stomach and legs. Sam threw up. The rest of the boys laughed and to started to walk away.
Sam pulled the rest of his strength together, got up slowly but steadily ran over to Scott. Scott heard someone cry 'Watch out!' He turned around and saw Sam launch his fist right into Scott's face. Then he kicked him hard in his stomach and walked away. Everyone around stood with jaws dropped to the ground. They couldn't believe that Sam had done such a thing. Sam turned around and yelled out in a fit of rage. A horrible shriek. Then he spoke loud enough for them to hear.
"You all should be banned to hell for all I care. This is what you've done to me ever since I can remember. Keeping it in and ignoring everything you have done, making me suffer and hurt for years. Finally your the one's crying and I'm the one laughing." He smirked and gave out an evil laugh. So evil some elves ran and hid from the new out bursting Sam. "I hate this place. I'm never ever going to come back so no worries to you cheery town people. So long you jolly freaks."
With that he took off into the dark forest and never looked back.
Not to long ago, somewhere in Christmas land, lived an unusual. His name was Sam Crane. He was very tall and slim, wiry and stable. He was quite different from his fellow Towner's. With black hair and streaks of blue, his hair was always messy. He had a small nose and a smile like the crescent moon on a dark and foggy night. His skin was very pale, like that of a ghost. His eyes were the color of a midnight blue. He didn't have pointed ears like the other's and he was defiantly not all warm and fuzzy inside like them.
Something was different him. It was as if he never even belonged in Christmas town. He didn't fit in with his fellow students. There was an empty hole waiting to be filled.
Waking up early on an October morning by a knock at his window, he rubbed his eyes and sat up. Grabbing his black robe and slipping it over his shoulders, he slugged his way to the window. He looked around outside to see who it was but there was no sign of anyone. He unlocked the window and slid it up, just enough room to poke his head out. The icy breeze stung his fragile face.
All of a sudden out of the corner of his eye he saw two elves throw something in his direction. Before he could move out of the way, he was smacked in the face by an iced snowball. Yelping in pain, he grabbed his left cheek and wiped away the melting ice ball on his warm, soft skin. They howled with laughter as Sam yelled. He turned toward the two elves and gave them a look that could kill. They threw down the rest of their ice balls and ran in the other direction. Squealing like little girls.
He pulled his head inside to the warmth and slammed his window shut, locking it tightly. Walking over to the bathroom he mumbled a few curse words. Grabbing a towel and wiping his wet, now bruised face of the pain. 'no need for ice' he thought. He sat down on the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. 'why do they do this to me?' he thought staring deep into himself. 'what have I done to any of those freaks?' He closed his eyes and rid the thoughts of the past from his mind.
"Sam, your breakfast is ready and hurry or else you'll be late for school." His mother said from outside his bedroom door. Sam walked out of the bathroom, throwing the towel on the ground. He went to his armoire, and pulled open the doors. Searching for his school uniform and throwing it on to the end of his bed, he quickly dressed in the black pants and white shirt. He slid on his belt and then slipped on some socks and his black Chuck Taylors. He wasn't allowed to wear them in school but he did so anyways.
On his way out of his room he grabbed his tie and coat from behind his door. Walking down stairs he could smell the delicious homemade blueberry pancakes his mother was famous for around town. He finished wrapping his tie around his neck as he entered the kitchen. Sitting down his mother placed a plate of pancakes in front of him. He dug in right away. The sweet taste of syrup and blueberry's filled his mouth with every bite, the rich fluffy pancakes with sticky warm syrup ran down his throut and filled him instantly. Finishing it up with a glass of milk, he got up and grabbed his books from the counter. His mother suddenly dropped the glass she was holding, letting in crash to the floor. She walked over to Sam and gently grabbed his chin turning his head toward her.
"What in Rudolf's name happened to your cheek Sam." She asked with big bulging eyes and a worried look on her face.
"Nothing..." he said trying not to look directly in her eyes.
"This does not look like nothing to me. Samuel Crane, what happened to your face?" She asked again but this time with rage. " Was it those boys again, I swear on Mrs. Clause's name that..."
"I fell getting out of bed ma. I hit my cheek on the nightstand. I'm ok." He pulled away from her tight gripe on his chin and kissed her cheek. "See you after school" he said exiting the house. He pulled out his scarf from the inside pocket of his jacket and wrapped it around his neck. He loved his mother very much but couldn't stand her when she worried about him. He never knew his father. He 'supposedly' left his mother when giving birth to Sam. She won't even tell him his name. Not that he cares anymore. He walked along a shoveled sidewalk to his school. One hand in his pocket and the other holding his books.
'I hate school, why do I even bother. Everyone there just stares at me and messes with my head.' He thought as he turned the corner on to Reef St.
"Watch out" he heard a girl cry. He ignored it though, because he knew there was going to be a rude comment towards him. All his life he'd been used to getting beat up or being teased.
"Here comes Insane Sam." The girl and a few others laughed and giggled.
Ignoring everyone around him he walked up the stairs to the school and entered without a word. He went along through his daily routine. By lunch he had been pushed into a wall eight times by the 'popular' elf's and called many different cruel names. They seem to never get bored of it. One time he even tried to beat them at their own game as he ducked and ran but tripped over someone's foot and flew head first into a locker. He finished his day of school with another ice ball in the back of his head.
He got home and walked straight upstairs to his room slamming his door behind him. He threw his books on his desk, took of his coat and scarf, laying them over a chair then plopped down onto his neatly made bed with a sigh. He turned around so that he faced the ceiling. He kicked of his shoes and loosened his tie. His mother knocked at his door.
"Come in" he said softly turning on his side hiding the pain from his mother.
"You received a letter from your cousin Jane." She stepped inside his room and waved the envelope around.
Sam, forgetting his angers, jumped up and ran over to her snatching the letter from her hands and ripped it open. He unfolded the paper as his mother stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her. He started reading as he sat down on the end of his bed.
Dear Samuel,
How are you? I'm doing great. Still up in the mountains with
daddy but we're having plenty fun. I miss you much. Good news
though. I'll be coming to visit you and aunty in three days. I can't
wait! It is going to be so much fun.
Love and kiss's Jane.
Jane was the only person who could understand him. They have been close friends ever since he can remember. He was so happy that she was finally coming to visit. He hadn't see her since last Christmas when her mother died. It was horrible. Blocking that memory from his mind, with the slip of paper still in his hands, ran down to the kitchen to find his mother.
"Ma, Uncle Howard and Jane are coming to visit!" he said. For the first time in a long time he smiled. His mother was sitting at the table sipping a hot cup of tea. She noticed this and smiled herself
" I know dear, I'm the one that asked them." She said placing the cup down on the table.
"Why don't you go and set up the guest room." She told him. He put down the letter and raced upstairs. He cleaned up the guest room quickly. Then it was time for dinner. He ate slowly knowing that he had some unfinished homework to do. Finishing the ever lasting homework, he slipped on his night wear and went to bed.
The next morning he woke up happy knowing that there was two more days till Jane came home. He hurried to dress, then climbed down stairs, eating fast and then picking up his coat and books he left the house. He was so happy that day, he smiled slightly remembering Jane's silly laugh. Nothing could spoil his day, or so he thought.
He turned the corner of Reef St., walking at a slow pace but with long glides. All of a sudden he was knocked to the ground.
He shook his head full of snow and then sat up wondering what had happened. One of the popular elf's, Scott, was standing over him.
"Well, well, you certainly seem happy today, Sammy boy." he said with a smirk.
Since Sam was in a joyful mood he stood up, ignored Scott, and walked around him. He was much taller then him but never had the nerve to stand up to him. And then again Scott kicked Sam behind his knees and he fell dropping his books. Sam was so agitated. He clenched his hand with ice and snow and quickly jumped up and shoved it into Scott's face before he could do anything more. Scott shocked, reacted right away. He punched Sam in the stomach and then in his face. Blood leaked from his mouth. Soon more of the popular elf's joined in. They hurled him to the side where a fence stood high. Kicking him hard in his side, stomach and legs. Sam threw up. The rest of the boys laughed and to started to walk away.
Sam pulled the rest of his strength together, got up slowly but steadily ran over to Scott. Scott heard someone cry 'Watch out!' He turned around and saw Sam launch his fist right into Scott's face. Then he kicked him hard in his stomach and walked away. Everyone around stood with jaws dropped to the ground. They couldn't believe that Sam had done such a thing. Sam turned around and yelled out in a fit of rage. A horrible shriek. Then he spoke loud enough for them to hear.
"You all should be banned to hell for all I care. This is what you've done to me ever since I can remember. Keeping it in and ignoring everything you have done, making me suffer and hurt for years. Finally your the one's crying and I'm the one laughing." He smirked and gave out an evil laugh. So evil some elves ran and hid from the new out bursting Sam. "I hate this place. I'm never ever going to come back so no worries to you cheery town people. So long you jolly freaks."
With that he took off into the dark forest and never looked back.