WARNING: This is a self-insert fic, spawned from some humourous ideas I had in high school. If you're not a fan of self-inserts, and don't have an open mind about them… don't read it. It's that simple.
Update – Dec. 2024 – The name of the OC has changed, because it really feels weird having my own name attached to this now, even if it is technically a self-insert.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Santa Clause or anything affiliated with it. I only own myself.
Chapter One: On a road to nowhere, come on inside
The snow fell heavily outside the windows at High Dale Secondary School, creating a white curtain across the land. On the third floor, in a classroom at the end of the hall, the students in Mr. Whitehall's Grade 12 English class appeared incredibly bored, their teacher doing nothing to quell that irritating feeling. In fact, Mr. Whitehall seemed equally as bored as his students. It was the day before the Christmas holidays, which meant that school was finished as of lunchtime. The problem was that this year, the school board had decided to try and cram all four classes into the time slot of two periods, making none of the classes long enough to actually teach anything.
Near the back of the classroom, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl in a bright red sweater and flared blue jeans kept tapping her pen to a beat only she could hear in her head. Every now and then she would glance at the clock, sigh in disdain, and go back to tapping her pen.
Still another ten minutes to go. It always seemed as if the last ten minutes of class before school let out for the holidays dragged on forever.
Tap tap… tap tap… Another glance out the window. The snow was swirling and rushing past, creating a white fog outside.
After what seemed like another several hours, the bell finally rang. In an instant the whole class had leapt from their seats and bolted for the door, trying to squeeze through it in one giant cluster.
The teacher was shouting something about remembering a holiday assignment, but of course no one was listening. Everyone just wanted to get out of the room.
Once out in the hallway, the blonde-haired girl moved as quickly as she could through the crowd of people towards her locker by the main stairwell.
"Hey Molly! Are you going to the talent show?" a brown-haired girl called out, pushing through to the locker beside the blonde.
Molly smiled and shook her head. "Nah… I've got some Christmas shopping to finish up. Wanna get to the mall before the crowds hit."
The brown-haired girl pouted. "But then I'll have no-one to go with!"
"Don't be silly, Sam…you've got all of our other friends going!" Molly replied with an eye roll.
"Yes," Sam agreed, "however, none of our friends understand the true art of sarcasm, nor do they enjoy mocking the acts in the same way that you do."
Molly snorted. "Not true, Maddy likes to do that to."
Sam stared at her, a deadpan expression. "Ha ha. You know as well as I do that Maddy couldn't be funny if her life depended on it. Just pllleeeeaaasssseeee come!" She begged her friend, tugging on Molly's sleeve.
"Sorry, Sam. But trust me, you'll have fun."
She shoved her books in her locker and pulled out her coat. "Hey, Merry Christmas."
After giving her friend a quick hug, she zipped up the coat, pulled out her other winter gear, and locked the locker. Flashing one final grin at her dejected looking friend, Molly took off into the stairwell and out the door.
Outside, the snow was falling heavily, adding to the already knee-deep piles on the ground.
Molly giggled, and began spinning around and jumping, ignoring the estranged looks from the kids smoking out front of the school. Christmas had always been her favourite time of year, and the snow added to the magic that the season sent tingling through her. Although the walk in the snow wasn't looking too appealing, Molly decided instead to focus on only the positives. It was less than a week until Christmas, and after she finished her shopping, she would be spending the evening in fuzzy pajamas and slippers, in front of the fireplace, watching her favourite Christmas movies.
With a bounce and a skip, she began her journey downtown.
"Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock!" she sang as she trudged through the snowbanks and down the side of the road through the industrial district. She paused when she reached the railroad tracks and contemplated whether the hike downtown would be faster by taking the abandoned tracks or sticking to the road.
Continuing to hum, she glanced around, and then decided to go through the tracks.
She trudged on, singing Christmas songs, and daydreaming about anything she could think of, not paying attention to her surroundings.
It wasn't until her third round of 'Rudolph' that she paused and realized that she could not tell where she was at all. Everything was white, snow was swirling, and the railroad tracks had disappeared beneath the snow.
In fact, as far as Molly could tell, there was absolutely nothing around her but snow, which was of course, completely illogical.
"HELLO?!" She called. "ANYONE AROUND?"
The temperature seemed to be dropping rather quickly, and though it was only mid-afternoon, it was getting exceptionally dark.
Molly had no idea where she was and wasn't exactly sure what to do. She knew that wandering around could be dangerous, but at the same time, if she stayed exactly where she was, she would freeze to death.
She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself.
"If only life were like the movies… the elves from Santa Claus: The Movie, would come out, find me here, and show me their wonderful world," she sighed wistfully.
As it got dark around her, she decided to do the brave thing and start trudging forward. The cold was starting to seep through her clothes and she swore as her feet began to numb. Her body began to shake and breathing was becoming harder and harder. Still, she pushed forward, knowing she had to come across one of the restaurants or shops soon. Her town wasn't that big, and it hardly made sense that after thirty minutes of walking, she still hadn't found her way to one. Dizziness started to set in, her legs beginning to feel as though weights had been tied to them. She made it a few more steps then tripped and stumbled. Her face hit the snow and everything went black.