"Wait. You talked to Jack?!" Anna exclaims. We are walking towards the parking lot since school has ended. I told Anna that I conversed with Jack Frost, and I can say that Anna is rather more surprised than upset. I do not know what she has running through her mind, though I sometimes wish I could.
"Yes, Anna. I believe that I just told you many times. Though you seem surprised," I noted.
"Oh...um. So, I did some 'research' and found some rumors about Jack," Anna said as she scratches her head.
"Anna, those are rumors and probably most of them are not true," I say before looking both ways then leaning in to whisper by her ear,"so what are the rumors?"
Anna looks at me shocked but she starts to laugh. I may be a good girl, but I still need to know what other people think of Jack. It may help me in advance. I know most of these rumors can be false, but I know that in the future I can connect these rumors to the truth that Jack tells me. I suddenly check myself...why am I going in great lengths to befriend Jack Frost? Is it because I want to push myself to make friends? See him being outcasted? Or rather I see him as myself...broken?
I shake my head. No, I must be having rash thoughts again.
"You see, apparently Jack was popular back then. You know with many friends and good in lacrosse, and he even had a girlfriend," Anna continues and I find myself rather jealous of how good of a life he had," and so he was a golden student here and in middle school. Though, that all changed suddenly, and it gets crazy from here. I heard that Jack had a sister. Had, Elsa. Apparently, his sister died from an accident," she trails on. Poor soul and poor Jack.
"Jack had a great relationship with his younger sister and people say that they were skating at a frozen pond where she fell through and died. It hurts to hear other people saying that he supposedly murdered her, pushing her onto the pond. Or that she saved him from falling into the ice and people are calling him a...yeah I can't say it to you. It's a baddy word for you," I nod in understanding and let her continue as I drive us home.
"So, after that his friends abandoned him and there are rumors that he's being either neglected or...abused by his parents," Anna hesitantly continues. I tense as I know what it feels like to be abused by your own flesh and blood. Luckily, I have my real family present. "Jack then dumped, you know break off his relationship, with his girlfriend and isolated himself. Many say that he joined into a gang and gets into drugs and stuff. He never talks to anyone, and I mean anyone."
"So that is why you were rather surprised when I told you that I spoke with him," I state.
"Exactly! And many are saying that you tried to hook up with him and stuff," Anna adds,"oh and 'hook up' means you know get intimate with him," she continues when I give her a confused expression. I cringe and give my body a visible shiver, and Anna giggles. What horrid assumptions can they make up with?!
"Though, I shouldn't get into conclusions. Elsa, can you just please stay away from him? I mean he's just going to get you into trouble," Anna said with a worried look. I pull into the driveway and park my Camaro. I turn to look at her and see that she is silently pleading with me. I turn back and stare out of my driver's window into our backyard forest. I look into my reflection in the side mirror and I close my eyes and sigh.
"I know the consequences of being with Jack, and I will not stop trying to befriend him Anna. I will be careful for your sake, but I will not place those rumors as a description for Jack. I know what it feels to have people, even myself, put myself down and think myself as a vulnerable person. Already I am given pity and forced smiles, and I know how greatly that affects me. Jack is almost like me...misunderstood," I turn to Anna," he reminds me of myself in some way, Anna. I simply cannot stand to see someone else broken as myself."
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Fix the Broken (Jelsa)
FanfictionI have never given thought that I would have a loving family...or even discover happiness and the warmth of love. Though who would adopt a child who can't stand the idea of being touched? Or barely leaves the room in the orphanage? As the years went...