The Guardians and Me

Chapter One: The Football Game

Everyone wants to be a hero.

To be remembered,

To be special,

To be different.

It was true for me too. I wanted to be like that too. I was one of those things.

But I won't be remembered.

I'm not mighty.

I'm not special.

I'm only different.

I will never be remembered. No one can remember someone they have never heard of. But this is why I am telling you my story now. This is all from my point of view. You can believe it or not, it's your choice. But regardless of what everyone else thinks, it is all

TRUE.

         It was a chilly September night in a small, insignificant town in Wyoming. Most of the people here were gathered for one event: the Homecoming Game. Those who were not here were busy preparing for the Homecoming Dance the following day. Almost everyone here was inside their little group of friends, watching the game, and cheering or booing when it was necessary.

Almost everyone.

Up in an empty section of the bleachers sat a girl. A loner of sorts. Any friends she had had deserted her at the beginning of that year, her freshman year of High School. So she sat alone, watching the game, with no idea of what was going on.

Me.

That's right. That lonely girl was me. I knew nothing about football, I was simply there because I had nothing else to do. I would rather have stayed home and cruised Instagram, the world of fandoms and Disney conspiracies where I felt I could escape. Instead, for some reason unbeknownst to even myself, I was sitting alone in the bleachers, on the verge of confusing reality with fiction, barely able to tell the difference.

I was zoning out, in my own little world, thinking about magic, and all the different things I had read, so I was startled, when I heard someone ask:

"Can I sit down?" I jumped a little bit and looked up from my spot on the bleachers to the figure standing on them right next to me. He had on brown pants that were a bit frayed at the bottom; he also had on a blue hoodie that looked to be frosted over at the top, and the hood was pulled over his head, preventing me from seeing his face. In his hand, he had a strange device, a wooden shepherd's crook that seemed to be encrusted in ice, even though it was only about 72 degrees outside. Although it seemed strange, I dismissed it; there were many strange people in our small town.

He looked even more startled than I must have been when I replied:

"Sure."

With a bewildered look on his face, he sat down, and pulled his blue hoodie down off of his head so I could see his face. Now that I could see his face, I saw that he had bright blue eyes, white hair, and even though he looked confused, had the glint of a smile in his eyes.

"Y-You can see me?" he asked, still staring at me.

"Of course I can," I replied. "Why wouldn't I?"

He looked at me and there was a sudden sadness in his eyes: "Because you've been ignoring me for the past two years, Amelia."

I gaped at him and said: "What do you mean? Who are you?" and then as a thought suddenly registered: "And how do you know my name?!"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself." he laughed, the smile returning to his eyes. "My name is Jack Frost," and then, he became instantly serious: "And I am your Guardian."