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For those confused...
Jake and Jessalyn: 13
Tooth: Mentally- unknown, older than Jack. Physically- 12
Jack: Mentally- 328 physically- 14
resource for Jack and Tooth: Guardian of Childhood Series.
Do you dream that the world will know your name?
So tell me your name
Do you care about all the little things
or anything at all?
I wanna feel, all the chemicals inside
I wanna feel
I wanna sunburn, just to know that I'm alive
To know I'm alive
Don't tell me if I'm dying
'Cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me 'cause I'm dreaming
Of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know
Never leaves too soon
Do you believe, in the day that you were born
Tell me do you believe?
Do you know, that every day's the first
Of the rest of your life?
Don't tell me if I'm dying
'Cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun
Maybe I should go
Don't wake me 'cause I'm dreaming
Of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know
Never leaves too soon.
This is to one last day in the shadows
And to know a brother's love
This is to New York City angels
And the rivers of our blood
This is to all of us
To all of us
Don't tell me if I'm dying
'Cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun
Maybe I should go
Don't wake me 'cause I'm dreaming
Of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know never leaves too soon
You can tell me all your thoughts
About the stars that fill polluted skies
And show me where you run to
When no one's left to take your side
But don't tell me where the road ends
'Cause I just don't wanna know
No I don't wanna know
Don't tell me if I'm dying
Don't tell me if I'm dying
_Angels on the Moon by: Thriving Ivory
"I crazy glued your window Jake! Can't get out!" dad shouts up the stairs.
"You crazy glued what?" Mom asks. Dad was in trouble.
"Actually, it's just frost that lasts a while. Don't worry." Dad replies defensively. My mouth drops open. It was in the middle of July. And how would he know if it would last?
"Who was it?" mom whispers. What were they talking about? I lean on the rail, careful to not make any sound.
"It was North." Dad states. North? The guy at the door? But dad didn't see him. "But get this, Jessalyn saw him." Dad says. Mom gasps. What?
"Maybe because she is part spirit. Spirits can see other ones without believing." Kozmo says. What? Did they know I was listening and they were joking with me? Mom sighs.
"We have to move again? We have to move because of those bastards?" mom almost shouts. I hear someone hitting someone. I open my mouth in shock, mom never cussed. And who were they?
"We should go check on it." Kozmo suggests. Go check on what?
"Yes. I will go tell the kids." dad suggests. I panic. I start to walk casually down the stairs, but then dad sees me. Uh Oh. I smile. He smiles back.
"Tell your brother we have to go for a few. Kay?" he asks. I nod. He smiles, twisting around and running to the family room. I let out a sigh of relief. But why would they have to leave so quickly? I run upstairs. Turning a left I burst into my brother's room.
" What the hell do you want?" Jake asks, he was sitting on his bed.
"I need to ask you a question." I ask.
"Six inches." he replies, not looking up. I cringe, that's a great image.
"I mean it. It's important. Mom, dad, and Kozmo are hiding something." I say urgently. He was being a flip head.
He rolls his eyes. 'What else is new?" he asks, not looking up at me once.
"I have evidence this time. Listen, I know you hate me, but this is important. We will finally know what is wrong with our family. Jake, please!" I almost scream. His face softens.
"I don't hate you, Jess." he whispers. I didn't think he thought I could hear him. Jess. He hasn't called me that in forever. "I'm listening," he says, back to his old self.
I sigh. " They were talking about someone. Mom cussed, they all seamed scared. Dad said something about frost and not crazy glue on your window. And they said I was part spirit." I mumble out. He looks confused.
"A spirit? What kind?" he asks. Suddenly interested. I shrug.
"Dunno. That's all they said." I reply, sad. He puts up a finger, going to his window. I do to. He rubs his fingers together.
"Yep, that's frost. But it's July!" he shouts. I smile, I was liking this side to my brother. Suddenly he frowns.
"It can't be true." he whispers, then pushes me. He keeps pushing me out of his room it ill I'm outside the door. I sigh, I knew it wouldn't last forever.
I wake up to my mom shaking my shoulder, I sigh. I get up, but something catches my eye. Mom was wearing her same cardigan as yesterday, and dress. She must have fallen asleep. That begins me to question where she was again. But as she turns around, I see something. Two something's. Two perfectly cut horizontal lines go up and down her cardigan. That's weird. I shake my head, it was probably nothing.
I get up and get ready, then go downstairs. Grabbing my book bag, I about to go out the door, When dad grabs my shoulder. "What is it?" I ask concerned. He frowns.
"Don't look like I ran over your puppy. Your just staying home today." he says, assuring me.
Hey guys, This isn't all of the chapter. I will be writing the rest tomorrow. I'm sorry. But I thought you would at least like to read the rough draft.
Here is the second part
I look at him confused. "Why?" I ask. Concern in my voice. Is this because of the person at the door?
He looks to me with a certain look that said, 'I'm hiding something from you and I hope you don't find out anytime soon.' I narrow my eyes. " Because your mother, Kozmotis, and I are staying home so we thought we could talk." he said. My eyes widen. Maybe they were going to tell us what was everything about.
"OK!" I say a little too excited. He looks at me before fetching my brother. My brother and I were on a silent truce, though neither of us said it. I know if I mentioned it, the 'truce' would be over. So I said nothing.
I go sit over beside my brother who was already there. By his excited nature, I think he was hoping like I was. "So what do you want to talk about?" I ask excitedly. Mom gives me a look. I was hoping Kozmo's weird mood sensor wasn't on.
"Your brother?" my dad almost asks. I frown. Oh. I glance at my brother. He looked between peed off and dismayed.
"Ok. I basically demanded my sister to tell me where my stuff was or she would get hurt. Then I laughed at her and ran away when daad came." he explains. I gape at him, so does everyone else in the room. "Can I go to school now?" he asks. Dad blinks.
"Sure. No football for a week. And you have to play hockey with me." dad replies. Jake pouts.
"And you have to do your sister's chores as well as yours for three days." Mom adds.
"And you have to take notes of a client for me." Kozmo adds. Jake sits their looking peed off. But he stiffly nods.
And that was the end of it. We all packed into Kozmo's Mercedes except mom and left.
Kozmo had to get ready for the presentation. He wouldn't tell anyone. Today, mom was going to take off of work to come see her brother's performance. Today was going to be great, no long classes. My parents seemed to know what he was going to do, and they seemed ecstatic. I went through classes like a bullet, in till it came to history.
My second brother, not really but it seemed like, Jamie taught that class. I was his best student, or that's what he told me. His class was really fun, unlike other classes here. He loved to teach, unlike other teachers. He wasn't here just for the pay check, he was also here for us. But, during that block, we were all dismissed to the auditorium. Teachers had to leave, something about not wanting the kids to give their opinion. But a gut in my belly told me otherwise.
We filed in row by row. And when we did, the curtain drew. Kozmo sat in a chair on the stage smiling. But it wasn't a nice smile like regular therapists had. Or a creepy one like Paula Deem's. But a sadistic one. Like the evil person in a movie would have.
"Welcome, kids. " he starts. I see mom and dad in the corner of the stage. That was weird. Every adult but them got to stay. " We are going to talk about what legends are healthy to believe, and which aren't." I frown. Is there even such a thing? I see out of the corner of my eye Mr. Bennet. This was getting really weird. Weren't the teachers supposed to be gone?
"Let's first talk about the ones you all know. Raise your hands, one at a time." he instructs. Sally Jenson raises her hand. "Yes, dear." Kozmo asks. Sally almost fawned. About every girl in the school loved my dad and my uncle.
"Santa Claus." Kozmo smiles. Then writes it down.
"Next?" he points to another girl.
"The Easter bunny. The sandman. Tooth fairy?" he asks. Uncle nods.
"And two more we will talk about. The boogeyman and Jack Frost." uncle supplies. "Let's start with this, who believes in any of those?" Almost the whole room raises their hand.
"Shout out which one's?" Uncle instructs.
"Tooth fairy!" "Santa!" "The sand dude!" "Easter Bunny!" they all shout, except for the two supplied by uncle.
"What about the Boogeyman and Jack Frost?" he asks, concern in his voice. Someone raises their hand. Jennifer.
" Like, they, like don't really like exist. They are like not plausibly like true." she supplies. I mentally cringe with every 'like' she says. Uncle and dad both wince, as if they were in pain. Mom comforts dad it looks like.
"Well, that's where you are wrong, Jennifer." Uncle states. He stands up. "Believing in Santa Claus. Is it healthy?" he asks, walking in circles. A lot of people raise there hands. Kozmo checks his phone and frowns. Then looks up.
"Yes, it is healthy." someone answers. Uncle shakes his head.
"No. Why? Because Santa Claus is indeed not real. It isn't possible. Easter Bunny, isn't possible. Sandman, isn't possible." Someone raises their hand.
"How could Sandman not be real?" that person asks. A lot of people nod in agreement.
"Well, you don't have good dreams all the time. Do you?" Uncle asks back, quick and ready. Like he was waiting for this for centuries. Everyone stops nodding and looks up thoughtful. They were agreeing. What was this bull crap? And why was it important?
"But, the boogeyman. He helps finding your fear and vanquishing it. The tooth fairy, it is like believing in your parents. Since your parents take your teeth, believe them as the tooth fairy and believe in her." I blink. He was using reverse- psychology. He taught me how to do that when I was seven.
"And Jack Frost, believing in him is like believing winter will come. Which it does every year. We get more snow than Alaska sometimes." I swear I see dad smile.
'So how many of you believe in Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, and sandman now?" Uncle asks. No one raises there hands. And most of them did before this presentation. I swear my parents and uncle smile. "And how many believe in the boogeyman, Jack Frost, and the Tooth Fairy?" he asks. The whole room puts up their hands but me and my brother.
We look at each other from across the room, our expressions saying the same thing. 'Something big is up.' I look to Uncle for him to look at his phone. And this time he smiles. Not a therapist one, not a Paula Deem, but a sadistic evil villain smile.
I am surprised no one got the joke in the first half of the chapter. :(
By the way, I deleted this and reloaded it so you could get notified. It doesn't alert when the author updates it. :( Review! Please!