I; Zoey Wellson, am board outta my mind…. I've been sitting on this horrid bench for 30 minutes now, waiting for Bennett's to pick me up. As I sat there, many people came and went. Some of the boys 'bout my age were trying to flirt with me. I told them to bugger off, saying that I wasn't ready for a boy yet. They then backed off, seeing that I was from Australia.

Despite the fact that my hair was supposed to be long, my hair looks like its supposed to be short, due to the top being different lengths and being spiky. All those freckles that I had as a kid had somewhat disappeared, but in their wake left a series of strange markings if you traced them just right. Tall and lanky, everyone of my friends said was the prettiest girl in the school, my reply? "I feel like a bloody misfit.. Look like one too." They laughed at that. My emerald green eyes with hints of sapphire in them wondered the room.

"Are you Zoey Wellson?" I lifted my head up to look at a couple with a boy and a little girl, about three or four years old.

"Aye, and you must be Mrs. Bennett." I reply to her, keeling down to the little ankle-bitter. "And you must be Sophie!" I say poking her in the stomach. Sophie giggled and started to hop around. I looked over at the boy. "Jamie, is it?" I ask him. The boy nodded and grinned, showing a small tooth coming in a gap. I chuckled at the sight. "Bit of a brumby, ay mate?" I said.

"I hada little help." He said, shrugging at my question. I quickly grabbed my bag, and my archery set that I brought with me. The beauty of a bow I made my self, had elegant designs on it. The arrows I had to by cause it was a bloody pain to make them. Mr. Bennett raised an eyebrow at the bow and wrapped arrows.

"Into archery?" He asked me.

"Yup, ma grand pop helped me make this, and taught me how to shot it." I told him with a little bit of pride in my voice. Mr. Bennett smiled and told me he would help me set up a target so I wouldn't lose practice with my bow.

Zoey had gone to bed early, tuckered out from the long hard day and the long flight there.. She had helped out around the house to get herself settled into her new room. Despite his parents protests about her helping out, that she was a guest, Zoey told them that her grandfather had taught her that she should help others out, even if they didn't ask for her help. Jamie heard a tap on his window. Looking up from his book, Jamie saw his friend, Jack Frost; Spirit of Winter, and the Guardian of Fun. Jamie went over and opened his window, letting Jack inside.

"Hey Jamie! How you doing?" Jack asked him, a look of amusement on his face. Jamie laughed.

"OK Jack, what did you do this time?" Jamie asked Jack

"Ah, pissed of the Easter Kangaroo, his face was pretty funny when I froze the egg he was painting." Jack told the kid, ruffling his hair. "Oh, hey, I wanted to ask you something! Who's the cute girl in the room upstairs?"

"That's Zoey Wellson, she just got here form Australia this morning." Jamie explained to Jack about Zoey, and what he knew form what she had told him.

"Well then, may explain the map of Australia in her room…" Jack muttered in slight annoyance, he didn't want another aussie slanging person in his life.

"But Zoey is really nice! She doesn't put up with boys who try to pick fights with her. And she can shoot a bow and arrow! She also told me she still believes in the Easter Bunny! After she saw him on Easter!" Jamie protested with Jack, trying to keeps a serious face. Jack looked at Jamie, a little surprised by this, but then looked out the window, and sighed.

"Well… Suppose I should say sorry to the Kangaroo." Jack muttered. Saying a quick goodbye to Jamie. Jack flew off to the Warren.

Aster grumbled in anger as he thawed the egg that he was holding. The Frostbite nearly froze his hand in the process of freezing the egg. Bunny closed his eyes, thinking about the disaster that Pitch had done the past Easter, reducing him to nothing but a very small bunny. He shivered at that thought, and went back to thawing the egg. Suddenly, a cold breeze whipped up around him, startling the Easter Bunny out of his thoughts.

"What do ya want Frostbite? It better be good." He growled as the Guardian of Fun entered the Warren.

"Relax Cottontail, I just hand to say sorry. Geez, Mister Cranky Pants." Jack said defending himself.

"Ya better be! Nearly froze my hand off!" Bunny retorted back at him. "And if ya are sorry, help me out paint the eggs, will you?" Bunny said, tossing Jack a paint brush. Jack looked at Bunny, who had turned his back to him and finished thawing the egg he held, and went back to painting it.

"You know, Jamie told me that a teen still believes in you. Did you know that?" Jack told him. Aster looked at Jack with a little bit of confusion on his face.

"What chu say?"

"A teen believes in you, I saw her before I spoke to Jamie. Her name is Zoey, and her hair is the same color as you're fur.."

"Crikey… It can't be..." Suddenly, there was another egg in hand, forcing him to juggle the one that was already in his hand. When Jack looked up again, Bunny was gone.