You were taking your little brother, Jamie, to the park one day. It was no big deal really, since Burgess was a relatively small town, so your overprotective mother let you walk alone. You were 17, and with a birthday on December 21st, the first day of winter, you were one of the youngest kids in your senior year of high school. You could drive, but you preferred to walk. It was your birthday today, and after a lovely morning filled with birthday presents set under the Christmas tree that was picked out yesterday in preparation for Christmas and your favorite breakfast, plus the promise that your family would decorate the tree as part of your birthday celebration, you agreed to take Jamie to the park.

As it so happens, one of your presents was a snow white beanie that neither of your parents seemed to remember buying, and it was wrapped up in royal blue paper and a silver ribbon bow, which you had been very cautious in opening. You were never the type to rip open the paper, you had a tendency of carefully undoing the tape and pulling the paper away in one piece, folding it up neatly and putting it to the side gently before examining the present. You had left the paper and ribbon on your bedside dresser in your room.

Before you walked out the door, you slipped on the hat in addition to your favorite royal blue hoodie and white skinny jeans with royal blue Vans. You didn't bother with gloves, and the only reason for the hat was because you liked the way it looked.

You loved the cold. You slept with the windows open in the middle of February, no matter how much your parents worried about people climbing into your window. In the summer, you had a notorious reputation for keeping the temperature in your room -and most of your house- at a cool 49 degrees Fahrenheit. Oftentimes when you were little, you broke the knob of the thermostat off so it would stay at the temperature you liked. You attributed your love of winter to being a winter baby, and being born in the middle of the worst blizzard ever to hit Burgess since a long chain in the early 1700's.

You bundled Jamie up in his sweater, vest, and furry hat with ear flaps, tucking a pair of gloves into his pocket as the eleven year old chattered on about something random. You, meanwhile, were thinking about the mysterious hat you were wearing. Who could have possibly given you this lovely gift? It was soft and warm and beautiful, with a soft blue snowflake pattern on the bottom. You turned you [E/C] eyes on Jamie as he said your name. "Yes Jamie?"

He rolled his eyes and huffed impatiently. "I said, aren't you going to be cold?"

"No." And with that simple statement, you stuffed your phone into your back pocket and clipped your key ring to your belt loop before pulling Jamie out the door and calling to your parents that you were leaving now. Your mother's faint reply from the back of the house signaled she heard you and you shut the door behind you with a click. You turned and gasped loudly.

The whole world seemed to be a winter wonderland.

You really should've stop being surprised by now, since it was like this every year on your birthday, but this year it seemed extra breathtaking, as if Jack Frost himself had decorated the neighborhood just for you.

You shook off that childish thought. You had once thought that Jack Frost had been real, like Santa and the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy and the Sandman, but your beliefs had been crushed at the young age of seven. You still hoped they were real, if only for Jamie's sake, but you hadn't believed since.

But it was weird that every year, without fail, at the exact moment of the anniversary of your birth, the first snowflake of the season would fall, always blowing in through your window and landing lightly on your nose as you slept.

It was autumn last night, and a warm autumn indeed. You had been worried it wouldn't snow, and had stayed up almost all night with worry, and just as the digital clock's red glowing numbers changed from 2:42am to 2:43am, you saw a snowflake gently land on the very tip of your nose right before your eyelids slid shut of their own accord.

Now Jamie was the one tugging you along, almost causing you to slide right down your icy front steps. You were an ice skater though, and you had excellent balance.

Suddenly, you shivered, feeling cold, and you never felt cold. Something odd was going on. When you stepped to the right to go around the cold patch, it moved in front of you. You stepped to the left, and it moved in front of you again. You narrowed your eyes at it and were about to push your way through the center of it when you stopped dead, about a centimeter from going through it. It felt wrong, going through it, and you jumped off the side of the steps, over the railing and landing in the bushes about three feet below without a thought, stepping out and making your way over to Jamie, who had run over to the sidewalk and was bouncing up and down in anticipation. "Come on, [Y/N], lets go! I wanna go to the park!"

You laughed. "Yeah, I know you want to go to the park, but whose birthday it it today?"

He slumped a little. "Yours."

"That's right! And I wanna go to the park! Hurry up, ya slowpoke!" You yelled, running down the sidewalk and stopping at the corner to wait for him.

Jamie ran up, panting. "No fair!"

"Life isn't fair kiddo. Do you want me to carry you to the park?"

"Yes, please!"

You turned and offered him your back, and he jumped, wrapping his arms around your neck. You hooked your arms under his knees and ran all the way to the park with him on your back, not even out of breath when you arrived. You grabbed one of his arms and one of his legs and grinned mischievously at him before tossing him into a snowdrift.

He popped up and clambered out awkwardly, gathering snow in his hands after tugging his gloves on, forming a lopsided snowball and throwing it at you, but you leaned back at a ninety degree angle and it flew straight over you.

You grinned wider and scooped up snow with your bare hands, forming a perfectly spherical snowball that glittered beautifully and throwing it at him, nailing him in the chest and successfully knocking him over backwards into the same snowdrift. "You're going to get it now!" you yelled, quickly forming a fort. It seemed as through the snow wanted to help, piling more thickly just where your fort needed it. You quickly stocked up on ammo, placing it in niches built into the fort wall as Jamie got back out again and started on his fort. Some neighboring kids, Jamie's friends, ran over and started choosing sides for the teams.

The cold spot from before kept following you, always near you, just enough to make you shiver slightly, but not feel sick.

You wound up with Cupcake and Pippa, Jamie's crush. Jamie's team consisted of Monty, Claude, and Caleb.

Your team protested that it wasn't fair, they had five people- as far as you could tell, there was only four, but maybe someone else was coming- and your team only had three, but you simply smirked and continued stockpiling snowballs. "Huddle up!" You yelled, and the girls got into a circle around you. The cold feeling went away, and you thought it went over to the boys' side. "Okay, Pippa, you just have to look at Jamie and smile, maybe occasionally wink. Cupcake, you stare down Caleb and Monty. I got the rest. Everyone cool with that?"

They nodded in agreement.

"Then lets do this thing! Girls rule!" You put your hand in the center of everyone, and one by one, they stacked their hand on top of yours.

"Boys drool!" They chanted loudly so the boys heard.

"Hey!" they called out, mock glaring at your team, but you picked up a snowball, tossing it up and down, letting it thud into your palm, and Jamie's face went pale. "Take cover!" he howled, diving back behind the fort. "Wha-?" was all the rest got to say before you threw the snowball and had another one in each of your hands within a second.

You threw the next snowball and it was halfway there before the first one hit its target. You threw the third one exactly where you knew Jamie would poke his head up in a second, and he did, without fail, only to get pegged in the face and fall back down.

That was pretty much the way the rest of the snowball fight went, and you didn't get hit at all. There was the occasional snowball that seemed to appear out of nowhere, and glowed slightly blue, but you dodged them all. Jamie's face was bright pink, both from the snow and Pippa's flirting. You felt the cold behind you again and groaned in annoyance. You whirled and threw a snowball at the cold spot, turning back around before you could see where it landed.

Jamie jumped out from his fort and ran across no-mans-land, panting. "You can see him?"

"See who?" you asked, puzzled. "It's just us and your friends in the park, right?"

Just then, your phone buzzed and you saw your mother's text message. She wanted you to come home so you could all decorate the Christmas tree in time for your birthday party later that evening. You sighed and replied that you would leave in five minutes before sliding your phone back in your pocket. "Jamie, we have to go. Mom wants us." You had a disappointed look on your face, and your whole team, plus the opposing team, begged you to stay longer, but you told them your mom needed you home now. You took Jamie's hand and started to walk home, carefully looking both ways before crossing the streets. When you got to your block, you started skipping backward, putting in your earbuds and playing "Let It Snow" and commenting on how much of a lie that song is for you. You are a very sarcastic person.

(Let It Snow)

Oh, the weather outside is frightful,

But the fire is so delightful,

And since we've no place to go,

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

It doesn't show signs of stopping,

And I brought some corn for popping;

The lights are turned way down low,

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

When we finally kiss good night,

How I'll hate going out in the storm;

"That's a lie, I'd never hate going out into the snow, heck, I was born in a blizzard!" You muttered.

But if you really hold me tight,

All the way home I'll be warm.

The fire is slowly dying,

And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing,

But as long as you love me so.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

You love the snow, so it annoys you when all the songs talk about staying inside where's its warm. You'd rather be stuck outside in a snowstorm than tanning at the beach or swimming in Florida.

You hummed the song again after it stopped playing though, because you just liked the tune. You felt the cold patch again, just behind you, and you almost fell over trying not to bump into it. You had the feeling you would go right through it, and that it would hurt; but you weren't sure if it would hurt you or the cold spot. "Come on Jamie, I want to decorate the Christmas tree!" You spun around and skirted the coldness by a few centimeters, continuing towards your house. You did a backflip in the snow before Jamie got to the walkway, which still needed to be shoveled. You unhooked your key and put the key in the lock, turning until you heard it click. You pushed open the door, a gust of freezing wind swinging it wide and filling the room with cold, but a cold that you were comfortable with. You dropped your keys in the small tray by the door and closed the door right behind Jamie, locking it firmly before pulling your sweatshirt off to reveal a tank top in the same color and helping Jamie shed his outerwear, staying in his sweater.

"[Y/N], how are you not cold? It's like 60 degrees in here!" Jamie said, rubbing his arms and looking just to the left of you, where you could feel the cold patch.

You scowled a little at the cold spot, which quickly scooted away, and you shrugged. "I don't know. You've lived with me for Manny knows how long, and you still don't remember I don't get cold?" You pinched the tip of Jamie's nose lightly and it turned pink. You'd been saying that little expression for as long as you could remember, from before you lost belief. It was also a way to get out of saying 'God' since your parents really didn't like you saying that.

"You're freezing!" He shivered more and rubbed his nose. "I hope you didn't break the knob off the thermostat again, Mom and Dad will be so mad."

You rolled your eyes. "I haven't done that in like three days! Quit living in the past!" You brushed past him and walked up the stairs quirkily, hopping first on one foot, then the other, then both.

Your little sister Sophie caught you jumping and giggled. "Easter Bunny Easter Bunny hop hop hop!" She hopped a few times, the fairy wings strapped on her back waving wildly. You laughed and picked her up, swooping her through the air. Sophie's eyes fixed on a point just over your shoulder, where you could feel the coldness, and you pulled her into a hug, burying your face in her shoulder and kissing the top of her head before sighing and walking gloomily off to your room.

You walked in and shut the door behind you quietly, your curtains billowing in the freezing wind. You stepped into your attached bathroom- you were lucky, your parents had been generous enough to let you have your own bathroom, while Jamie and Sophie shared- where you left your tank top on and exchanged your white jeans for some navy pajama short-shorts before walking across your freezing wooden floor barefoot, not even hesitating or cringing as you strolled over to your bed on the opposite side of the room and flopped down lazily. You grabbed a ponytail holder and quickly yanked your hand through your hair, finger combing it before roughly pulling it back in a sloppy ponytail.

Your hands instinctively reached for your sketchbook, and you hesitated before giving in to the urge, slipping in your earbuds and listening to an odd mixture of Christmas carols and punk/alternative music.

When the music was playing punk, you wound up drawing somebody. He had a black robe thingy with a neckline that blended into his skin and spiky black hair. His eyes were a creepy banana yellow, and his skin was grayish. You just used your pencil and a colored pencil from the small box of art supplies by the bed, but it looked shockingly realistic. It scared you a little, and you frowned at it, tearing the page out of your sketchbook and crumpling it into a ball before chucking it into the trash bin, a perfect basket, nothing but net. After a moment, you crawled over to your garbage can and retrieved it, carefully smoothing it out with your fingertips and pinning it to your cork board of drawings.

Too tired to stand, you just scooted over to your bed on your bum, sliding across the floor. You climbed back into the mound of fluffy blankets and comfy pillows, shifting until you were comfortable before drawing again. This time, Christmas carols were playing, and you drew a weird kid. He had white hair, and it was spiky, but it looked like a soft spiky. He was wearing a blue hoodie and he had brown pants on with leather straps around the jagged hems. He had one hand in his pocket and the other hand was holding a tall stick with a hooked part at the top. He had bright blue eyes, and his light pink lips were parted in a mischievous grin. You almost fell off your bed. Who are these people? You wondered as you pinned this one up too. And why are they always in your dreams?

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I'm alive! And very inactive... Sorry about that... I just gotz da riterz blok AGAIN so I'm having a hard time updating. I also realized how badly my stories suck. How come Sandy's Twin has 8.3k reads when it sucks so badly I can't even read it? I need to edit it. I'm thinking I'll finish editing it when the third book is finished. Which it isn't.

Okay. THERES NOTHING LEFT TO SAY NOW!!!!!!!

Sorry, imagine dragons moment there.

Does anyone else like the All Time Low Don't Panic album?

Nope?

Just me. I also LOVE Night Visions (ID) Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge (MCR) They're like my top 3 favorite albums.

Toodles my noodles!

~iamanawesometaco