... I pause for a minute. That may be the first time that this jerk said something in the form of 'nice', not completely, but I can see it's a work in progress.

This is something to take advantage of ...

I wryly laugh and cross my arms, "I'm not that bad? I'm really something? Why Jack Frost, why must you contradict the things you say ... I mean didn't you call me a lazy street bum and other stuff?"

He looks at me blankly, then shrugs his arms, "You're not that bad, not as bad as my expectations or my first impressions."

I rub my hands on my cheeks and squeal, "Well of course-! I am living the luxurious lifestyle- meaning I can fully express myself and my eating habits!"

Ah I should have steak tonight! I should ask for steak! I love steak-! With gravy poured on top of those juicy sauces, and feeling the heat against your tongue.

"You're doing it again," He interrupts me, "Salivating." 

Awakened from my trance again, I look down in my hand and the truffle cake looks delicious.

"Oh! That reminds me!" I say, "Did you see a girl with enormous ginger hair that does not mind their business at all? Did she say anything to you?"

Jack looks up and then looks back at me again, "She's just a normal girl loitering around a patisserie."

I sigh, "So she didn't say anything to you, I don't know why but she was awfully rude."

He mutely laughs and shakes his head and looks to me, "Really? I remember seeing you stick the middle finger up at her, through the shops window."

"That's because she was rude to me!" I shout in frustration then swiftly recover and calm down, "But it's okay because I won't see that girl again."

Jack scoffs, I lower my arms and walk without him and I sense Jack following behind me. It can't be helped ... that brat lives next door to me unfortunately. Just my luck. Whopee! I am such a blessed person! (Sarcasm)

But honestly, I don't care my future is bright and shining. God exists as he offered my light to the end of my tunnel, a jerk won't ruin it! He is just a pawn in the chest game, rather the prey to the predator. 

I am winning!

We both arrive to our apartment block, and don't even acknowledge each other we just enter into our own little apartment, tired I flop onto the bed and gaze at the empty desk.

... Since I have the time I should study.

I take out my materials from my bag and slam it onto my desk, I roll up my sleeves and crack my knuckles, but end up cracking them too hard resulting in a sore hand.

"Let's do this!" I yell to myself encouragingly.

I finally sit down and open my Maths textbook, and look at the assigned homework.

I squint, but it's not clear. I shove my face into the textbook, but I receive no clarity.

"What the hell is this?!" I exclaim to myself, "This is like a foreign language!"

After several minutes of me attempting to solve the very first question I shake my head, "I can't do this, I'm just going to leave school and break people up for a living."

A smirk forms onto my face and take out the Beginner's Book to Heartbreak that North gave me, this is the only thing I need to study!

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Morning, ah the clear breeze touching my face, awakening from my beauty sleep, surrounded by pillows. 

... After this drastic lifestyle change ... am I finally a morning person?

I look next to me and glance at the time ... it's okay it's only 8:50am.

Wait.

8:50am! 

"Shit!" I yell, then I calm down, "That's okay, because I don't need school."

I set 26 alarms and I didn't wake up to one of them, now I am concerned of what my body is capable of.

But ... I can make it ... in 10 minutes!

I stuff my lunch in my bag and put on my sneakers and quickly run out the door, running past the several houses ... I make it on time it's 8:59 and I will be marked as present because it's now 9:02 with a late teacher, and I'm just chilling in home group receiving nasty signals.

Tooth approaches me and snickers, "Wow Elsa, I didn't know your situation was that bad that you'd have to wear pajamas at school."

I scan myself, and she's right I really am wearing my pj's, then I glance back to her and shrug, "What? Are pj's only for the poor?"

"Well that isn't normal." She responds.

I wryly laugh and shake my head, "I wonder what normal means to you. Well either way I don't believe your 'normal', you classify 'stalking and obsessing over Jack Frost and claiming that he belongs to you but he shows no remote interest in any individuals of the Jack Frost fan club, because they are creepy and probably perform satanic rituals' normal. So I am glad I'm not in that circle." 

"Don't offend the fan club's name!" Tooth screeches, "It is merely an art appreciation group."

Now, I can confirm that art can be in the form of anything.

The teacher arrives and Tooth returns to her seat, but behind the teacher followed someone.

As they walk into the light, I could clearly see ... it's that ginger haired, rude Scottish girl!