AN: I'M NOT DEAD! Okay, I had writers block and my friend gave me some ideas so... BEHOLD! CHAPTER... What? Chapter four, right?
Jack POV
I immediately close my mouth and start rambling. I stop to Elsa's giggles.
I glare in Anna's direction. She's cackling her head off. When she sees me glaring at her, she shoves her knuckle in her mouth to muffle her teasing laughter.
"Let's just get to the breakfast," I mumble.
After breakfast, we hopped in Elsa's car. Nothing fancy. (AN: I know NOTHING about cars. Just use your imaginations) We arrive at school in at least 10 minutes flat. I wobble out off the car on jelly legs.
"What's the speed limit around here?!" Elsa and Anna both laugh. They seem perfectly fine. They must have gotten used to it then... Oh whatever.
As soon as we enter the school, a small crowd of people surround us three. A girl with brown hair that reached an inch above her shoulders and green eyes, a girl with fiery red hair and, I think blue eyes, a boy with blonde hair and brown eyes, a boy with brown hair that reaches his shoulders and what seems as brown eyes and a failure of a goatee, and a boy with black hair with blue eyes with brown specks in it.
"Hey Elsa," the girl with brown hair says, "Who's the hottie?" The brown haired boy snorted and put his arm around her.
"Excuse me? I thought I was hot!" The girl giggles and kissed his cheek.
"Well guys, this is our neighbor, Jackson Overland Frost, but call him Jack," Elsa introduces. "Jack, this is Rapunzel, Anna and I's cousin," she points to the brown haired girl, "Hi." I nod.
"Flynn, her boyfriend," he nods carefully. "Merida," the redhead, "Kristoff, Anna's boyfriend," Kristoff blushes and Anna punches Elsa playfully, "And Olaf," the black haired one.
Olaf is very short. He looks up at me.
"Hi. I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs!" I look at Elsa and Anna and they nod and motion me to hug him. I do, and it makes me relax somehow.
"Olaf has weird thing where he can make someone feel better with a hug," Merida explains, (AN: Imagine the accent.) noticing my slumped shoulder and sloppy smile.
"That explains it," I say, laughing. Everyone laughs with me. Yeah, moving isn't going to be so bad.
