"Wohoo! Snow Day!" I yell flying down.

Snow flies down. The wind blows. I jump down.  I use my cane to freeze the roads as I drag it. I jump onto a car. My feet freeze the roof of it. I let out a small chuckle. I shoot back up into the sky. I see the clouds start forming. Let there be more snow. I shoot out more snow and ice from my cane. 

The wind picks up rapidly. I dive down. I jump onto a tall building. I start chuckling. The days are lit. The snow has come. The coming of winter. I blow out snowy mist. I sit down. I hear parents talking, me, Jack Frost the mischievous spirit.

I look down. Is this all I can do? I can only create ice and snow. Winter. That's all I seem to be good at. I wonder if I could've done something differently that day. I could've saved her differently. I could've avoid turning into this like ghost boy. I wonder if I could've done things differently that day. Don't get me wrong I'm grateful, but....