Wishing

Miracle Winter Wish

Chapter One: Wishing for Snow

Jack Frost was alone in the main room of North's workshop. He was sitting on the last step of the staircase, staring at a few letters. Tooth was on her way to her room when she saw the young guardian sitting alone and looking awfully down. She was concerned about this since she never saw him so down before. So she flew over to the teenager who didn't even notice her.

"Jack?" Her voice was soft and gentle but also had a hint of concern.

Jack looked up at her. "Oh, hey...Tooth."

This new side of Jack was very concerning and Tooth knew she had to do something. Although, she knew trying to get the teen to talk wouldn't be easy since he wasn't much of a talker.

She took a deep breath and then sat down next to Jack. "So...why are you sitting here all alone?"

"I found these." Jack said handing the letters over to Tooth.

She flew over to one of the work desks and turned on the light so, she could read the letters. She took a moment to scan over the letters.

"Oh my, Jack! All of these are written to you. You should be happy."

Jack sighs. "It isn't what in the letters Tooth, look at the addresses."

The fairy looks at him confused but takes a look at the envelopes. "Oh my...Jack I'm...I'm sorry."

"Yeah, so am I." Jack said heading to the portal.

"Jack where are you going?"

"...To be alone."

~Meanwhile else where~

Just as always you look at your calendar after making your bed and cleaning up for the day ahead. It was December first. December, it was the time of year when everyone and everything gets a little more cheerful. Everyone except for you. Where you live it never got cold enough for snow to form.

You sigh and head to the attic. You're in search for your favorite family photo album. After a few minutes you finally find it.

"Ah-ha! There you are." You say as you take a seat on your old skateboard.

This album was your favorite because it held your grandparents winter stories. The stories of your grandmother were particularly your favorite.  You had all different reasons as to why but the main reason was the stories about a mysterious being known as Jack Frost. During your childhood, friends and family always had their own ideas of what Jack Frost was like. Some said he was an old man while others said he was a young man who is nothing but trouble. Some would say that Jack was actually Jackie, a winter queen.

You continue to read through the stories up until your mother tells you to come down for dinner. You put the album away and rush downstairs.  You go to the bathroom to wash your hands and hope your mother won't be mad at you for not eating all day.

Upon reaching the table your mother gives you her famous look which makes you rush over to your seat. After dinner you wash your dishes and decide it's best if you just head straight to your room.

Once in your room you get ready for bed and then grab the book on the end table. You really didn't feel like reading but you had to read one chapter for class tomorrow. You finish reading at ten O'clock so, you decide to settle down and go to sleep.

~Meanwhile near your house at midnight~

Jack was in such a haste to put distance between him and the North Pole that he didn't pay any attention to where or how far he was going. It wasn't until he started losing altitude that he realized he was in trouble.

"Oh god, this isn't good...I completely forgotten I don't do well in warm weather like this." The young guardian crossed his fingers hoping his powers would not give out yet and cause him to crash land in a house or something. Unfortunately for Jack that's exactly what happened.

Jack's crash landing awakens you from your peaceful sleep. You rush downstairs and outside to see what caused the noise. You cautiously open the gate to the backyard and you see the figure.

"W-Who are you?"

Startled by your presence, Jack trips over some yard tools and hits his head.

"Oops. I didn't mean to scare you."

When you get no response you walk over to the individual and that's when you realize he's unconscious.

"Oh great...this isn't good. I guess I better bring him inside."

Once inside, you put the guy on the couch and turn on the lamp next to the couch so, you can get a better look at him.

"Whoa, he's just a teenager like me. I'd say sixteen or eighteen years old."
  You continue looking the teen boy over. "Well, he's got a weird sense of fashion." The teen is wearing a blue hoodie, brown pants that were quite worn out and faded. However, the weirdest thing was the fact he was barefoot.

What's the point of keeping your upper body warm when the rest of you isn't protected from the weather? You thought to yourself as you notice he was bleeding from his head. You quickly get the first aid kit from the kitchen and then clean the wound before bandaging it up.

"Hopefully he's thankful for me helping out instead of yelling at me for making him trip."

You look over at the first aid kit and chuckle a bit. "He better be nice to me...he owes me for more bandages."

You take a seat in the chair across from the couch so you can watch over the teen. You watch over him until the need for rest sends you to sleep once again.