The Friendly Ghost (Jack Frost fanfic)

Chapter 1 The New Guardian

The Friendly Ghost lazily twisted a strand of her white hair round her finger. She was sitting on the windowsill, her black boots were resting on the side. The white dress she was wearing before had fallen down one shoulder and was torn and tattered. Most of the front was torn right off, leaving the back flowing down to her heels. She was wearing a black top underneath her dress which wrapped snugly around her neck. Her nails were painted black and she had a black ribbon tied around her waist. She sat up and sighed, heavily; a sign that she was bored.

As a young man who looked around in his 20's trudged past, she got up and floated behind him. She followed him to the kitchen and sat on the table as he sat at the seat. He ran his hands through his jet black hair.  

"Good morning, son." His mother greeted.  

"Hey, mom." He grunted. 

His mother frowned and placed a plate of toast in front of him. "Oh, Charlie..." She sighed. "Please, honey, try to smile. For me?" 

"Haha! Him? Smile? I haven't seen him smile for years, mom." The Friendly Ghost scoffed.  

"Mom, leave off already. I'm not in the mood." Charlie sighed, standing up and heading towards the door. 

"Charlie, what about your breakfast?" His mother frowned. 

"Sorry mom but I don't eat burnt toast. I should be used to it, but I'm still not." He slams the door shut. 

"Burn." The Friendly Ghost hisses. "Haha! Get it? 'Burn?'" She holds up the burnt toast. 

Her mother sighs and picks up the plate. She hadn't noticed the slice of toast had been removed. 

The Friendly Ghost presses her lips into a thin line and drops the toast.  

"Talk about a tough crowd." She rolls her eyes as the floats away. 

She floats up to Charlie who was shoving on his boots. 

"Where you off to?" She asks, sitting opposite him.  

Charlie stands up and picks up his bag before stomping out the back door. 

"Okay, see you when you get back!" The Friendly Ghost calls. "Im not going anywhere."  

She hadn't left the mansion ever since the last time she stepped inside. Well, fell inside more like. That was fiteen years ago. She had tried everything she could to get her families attention, but no one ever saw her or even noticed the things she had moved or touched. They were all miserable ever since her death. The mansion lost its usual colourful glow and was clouded into different shades of grey. She can't remember how she died, but all she knows is that her body was buried in the garden, in the area she had awoken in.  

She never slept, she never ate and she spent most of her time singing to herself. She wished someone would hear her and listen to her song. It was painful that no one heard or saw her, but over the years she became used to it. Even though she seemed brave, she was actually really scared. She was too scared to leave the mansion, so that's where she was. All the time. Part of her wanted to go out there and see the world, but the other part didn't want to leave. She was too fearful of what could be out there.

Somewhere in a large city, a mix of snow and harsh wind attacked the pedestrians. This was followed by children laughing and cheering as their school day was transformed into a snow day. There was only one person this could involve, and that was none other than Jack Frost. He laughed happily as the wind carried him away. Then he suddenly froze in mid-air as he noticed colourful lights filling the sky. He scratched the back of his head, then he took off as fast as he could, heading north.