Purple - This aura represents strive for self-improvement. This color can also represent royalty.

I have to admit, I was not expecting Elsa to pull my over to the Icee machine and drink from it. It was a surprise coming out of the blue, and I loved it. We loved it. I think.

"Elsa, I really appreciate the friendly movement of you allowing me to watch you." I had no idea what to do or say when I saw her face everytime she took a break to regain her breath. Her turquoise crystal irises were bloodshot, her speech was loud and then shy every now and then like she couldn't make up her mind what mood she wanted to be in, and her posture would stagger everytime she tried to stand up straight; not to mention, everytime she spoke, she sent a breeze of vodka mixed with grape slushy. "Are you drunk?"

"I thought you-ou were 'the king of fun'," she defended, choking on a mouthful of more grape slush. "And why does it matter-er? Sometimes, we-e all ha-have our way-ays of letting off anger, r-right?"

"You remember?" How the fuck does she remember? That was a long time ago, and she's drunk.

"I may-ay have been known as the-e 'forgetful one' of the group, but, I would never forget, Jack," she said in a soothing voice after the mouthful of Icee melted, "I always remembered us, Jack."

Never have I bolted out of the gas station so fast. The clerk was asleep at the counter anyway, I had a chance. Why did I bolt? Maybe because she said "us", perhaps she said my name, or probably because she mentioned our childhood stereotypes we use to make up. On the way running home like Forrest Gump, I have to admit, I kinda regret it. Why did she have to mention me and her, and our days?

Whatever. I left. The end of it.

When I went through the door of my grimy apartment called "home", there was a certain someone waiting for me at the entrance. Mom.

"I thought I told you to come back before 4:00?"

I made the mistake of saying "actually you said 'come back at 4:00' not before 4:00".

Her eyebrows furrowed into a unibrow; there were veins popping out of every inch of her thirty-seven-year-old face; and the wrinkly crows feet around her eyes were ready to pop and smack me upside the head.

She closed her eyes and took a breath. "We're having a family meeting."

"Family meeting?"

She turned towards the living room that sat-

Omigod.

Grandpa North sat his jolly ass on our hairy loveseat, covered in barbie hair when Pippa would give her dolls haircuts. "Hello, Jack," he greeted in his usual Russian accent.

"Grandpa? We talked about this. Don't call me Jack Frost, it's embarrassing, and people get the wrong idea," I said, taking the empty seat next to the jolly man.

My mother snatched the carton of milk out of my hands. "Jack. That is a lovely name, and you should appreciate it. If you hated it so much, why did you bleach your hair?" I didn't say anything cause I didn't want to take the chance of Mom's crows feet turning into real crows.

North chuckled. "Come on, Emily. Let the boy have his embarrassing qualities. It'll grow him into a young man. He'll learn like everyone else that it's okay to have the embarrassing traits they have. It'll teach him many things too."

My mother gave North the hundredth eye roll of the day, and said, "Dad, please talk to Jack while I go get Pippa's pajamas ready when she gets out of the bath."

Within a second, the only living things in the bedroom sized living room was North, me, and that dead thing in the corner that I don't think mom knows about because she would've token care of it by now.

North shifted his weight towards me. "So, Jack."

"What are you doing here anyway? You usually visit only during Christmas."

He shrugged. "So, I've heard that you've been having a rough time lately."

"What," I showed him my confused face.

"Skipping classes; hanging out with that bad influence of a friend of yours; your grades are in the dumps, mister."

I stood up to look down at him. "What the hell is your point?"

"The language."

I over did my look of confusion some more. He continued, "please sit down, we have serious business to discuss." I obeyed his orders, and relaxed my face.

"Jackson, you... you're going to..."

"What is it, North?"

He bit his thin lips making it bleed a little bit. He had one arm on the arm of the loveseat, and another on the back of the seat. "Jack, you're going to be living with me until you are old enough to move out."

I bolted up once more. "What?!"

North stood up as well. I wanted to run to my room and think, and I made it clear I wanted a break from him; but as soon as a made a muscle, he flinched and grabbed a hold of my arms to restrain me from moving.

"Jack, listen."

My heart began to pound out of my chest, and sweat droplets came out of every pore of my body. "How? Why? When?"

"Today. Jack please stop struggling."

"Why is this happening," I asked, tears streaming out of my face. I could fill this whole room up with a pool of my tears.

"Your mother wants what's best for you, Jack."

"My mom sold me out? My own mother?"

North looked down at our feet. That didn't stop him from letting me go. He was committed to make me listen, even if that means a restraining order from ever part of the universe that I could run to until I hear him out.

"Mom!" I yelled. Call me a wimp for crying for my mom even though I'm a guy, but you would too if you were in my shoes.

She was in the hallway, watching me struggle. Her mascara was dripping from her cheeks and onto the dirty carpet, staining it. She approached me, leaving a stream of tears behind her. "I'm doing my best I can to keep you from having an experience I had when I was your age, sweety. You may not see what I'm doing, but we are in too much debt to afford the actions you are causing."

My heart broke into a million pieces. "Is it the job thing? Because I can change my ways, and get a job! I'll drop out to full time, Mom! I can help you get us out of debt!"

"This is for self-improvement, Jack. Self-improvement," North exclaimed.

Mom shook her head. "You're falling down the same hole I fell down, Jack. I can't risk my baby getting rid of his whole life. You can't end up like me, Hun."

"But," I stuttered.

"When I was your age, I dropped out of college to live with your father in Virginia. I was a prodigy, Jack. A prodigy. And I wasted all I worked hard for because he took me down the path of skipping school, stealing, and many more. I had to work full time at a grocery store, and he kicked me to the streets when he found out that I was pregnant with you. He's married to a doctor now because he didn't want a loser like me." She took a breath. "You were born under an abandoned bridge in the middle of winter, Jackson. Do you remember living in a tent for the first three years of your life?"

I nodded my head no.

She looked away so she can wipe the excess tears watering the carpet. "You're moving in with your Grandfather, Jackson sweety. That's final."

North let go of my arms. They were pumping with blood.

Like the Flash, I ran lightning fast towards my bedroom. I stopped in the doorway to find the only things in my room were a mattress, and nightstand, with a few boxes labeled Junk and Donate.

"What?"

Pippa approached my side with a blanket-sized purple towel.

I asked, "Did you know about this?"

She nodded her head. "Mom promised me your room. But I'm okay with it because you're going to pick me up from daycare everyday and watch me for a few hours. Right?"

I bent down to her height level and set a hand on her bony shoulder. "Of course."

She smiled. "Did you get that gum I wanted? Oh! And did you find my books by William Joyce?"

It was funny how a six-year-old had a better positive attitude than a seventeen-year-old.

North's house was big, in my opinion. He had a two story house, not a cheap apartment; he still had his Christmas lights up; the garden was filled with roses, and poppies; and my new "home" was set in the coldest part of town, so that was a plus, right?

North showed me my new room that had a squeaky wooden bunk bed, a T.V. with a cable box, and the rest of my stuff filled in the same boxes I saw in my now old room. I thanked him, and didn't go to sleep until 2:37 AM because I was busy watching Law and Order. It was the only highlight to my day.

The next morning I went downstairs for breakfast to find my aunt and uncle's gathered around the table.

My aunt, Toothiana (real name Ariana) greeted me with big, wet, sloppy kisses on my cheeks. She wore every color of the rainbow usually, but today she decided on a fluffy purple and blue dress.

"Good morning, royalty," she said, "heard that you were staying with us."

"Yup," I replied. She stopped talking to go through her Instagram when I made it clear I didn't want to talk about it.

My uncle, Aster who was married to Tooth was from Australia. He rewarded me with the best scrambled eggs and toast in the country for waking up at the correct time for breakfast. Just in time for an average American breakfast. I don't care what the others say, America can be great. I'd rather be fat and happy than skinny and hungry.

My other uncle, Sandifer was deaf, so he had to communicate in sign language. He waved to me when I entered the small dining room, and offered me his leftover toast. I declined, and he got up to get dressed out of his violet robe.

When the mini family gathering was done, I was off on my way to school. When I wasn't even halfway out of the doorway, I see a woman. She was sleeping face down in our dying yard. When I approached the woman, I found to see that it was Elsa. Elsa Summers. Of course.

I shook her. "Get up, my uncles are going to see you."

She opened her crusty eyes, and whipped her eye boogers. She grinned. "Good morning, Royalty."

I gagged. She reeked like shit and hangover. "What did you put in that Slurpee last night," I asked covering my nose.

She let out a single breathy laugh. "Booze, I think."

I rolled my eyes just like how my mom does when she witnesses me doing something bad. I picked her up off the ground. "Where do you live, I'm bringing you home."

Her eyes widened in horror when we both heard a random woman call out to us.

"Hey! The hell are you doing with my sister, you Jackass?!"

Purple - This aura represents strive for self-improvement. This color can also represent royalty.