Frost

The Boy in the Painting

OH MY GOSH! I HAVEN'T UPDATED THIS STORY IN A WHILE! EEEK! I FEEL SO BAD!

With exams and graduation, everything has been so crazy. Not to mention, I have both a writer's block and a lack of inspiration to write. Now that I have one I will be trying to update as much as possible. Also I had another Story idea come into mine. I am out lineing the idea now.

Here's another chapter of Frost, I tried to make this one longer as companition for not updating for so long (has it been a month?)

Please review and give critique. Also, please be honest and tell me if this story gets to look like Twilight. I hate that book series and I do not want it to look like it.

ENJOY:)

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I was walking to Sorcha's house with everyone else by my side. It had been several weeks now since Sorcha's attack, and we were going to visit her. She had recovered well, but she was still home bound.

Will's recovery was fast and from what I knew, Sorcha and Will confronted each other at the hospital, and created a scene and argument which was so loud, it resulted in three nurses, two doctors, and one set of twins (i.e. Trip and Craig) to come in and calm them down. According to Trip, it was quite a sight. However, Will made peace and everyone just about had a heart attack when Sorcha collapsed. Will was walking with us and talking quietly to Marius and Natasha.

I thought about Sorcha and my dream.

There was some connection to it, I had a gut feeling that it was. Sorcha's attack wasn’t a bunch of boys, it was something else. Sorcha was having awful headaches and such, so she didn’t get out a lot. She would text us occasionally, giving updates on her progress. I felt bad for her.

Pastor Putman started his duty as the new pastor and it was awful. Every Sunday, he would preach and attack at least, one group of people. Damning them to Hell. I remember he did that with Sorcha and Grandma wouldn’t have it. She stood up and yelled at the Pastor Putman to stop what he was doing and to leave the girl alone.

Since then, we've stopped going to church.

I looked over to Will, wanting to say something, but Jack put his hand on my shoulder and shook his head no.

Jack.

Jack and I have gotten a little closer ever since Sora and Will were in the hospital. He was a great guy who could make anybody laugh. Everything he did made everybody smile, even Mr. Evan, who was cold as ice, and had no sense of humor...well, so we all thought until Jack came along. It was strange. Jack and I. We never really had the chance to hang out. He mostly sticks close to Sorcha and Rochelle. Apparently, Rochelle and Jack have known each other for a long time. But it was Linca he was often seen with.

And it was Linca that made me not like him very much.

Linca

Ever since Jack came into our lives, Linca hasn’t hanged out with me at all. In fact, she always seems busy with Jack or Rochelle. Hell, even Sorcha and Natasha see her more than me. The thought would always make me angry.

I was being childishly selfish. I knew that. But Linca was my best friend! NOT JACKS! I thought to myself, finding myself to be childishly selfish. I was starting to realize that I didn’t know my best friend any more….what was Linca hiding from me? What couldn’t she share with me? And why? I was so inside my own thoughts that I was startled when Jack put his hand on my shoulder.