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Fanfic
Chapter 1
Hydi's POV
I sat on a park bench thinking about how I was going to get my next meal.
I've been living on the streets pretty much my entire life. Yea every once in a while, I get taken in by a foster home or orphanage, but I never seem to stay longer that a few years. The longest I've stayed in one foster home was almost three years. No known family and no friends.

Great life. I know. But it's not the worst! I could be abandon and left to die. But being alone in the world is almost bad enough.

Every once in a while, an old woman will give me money or food or clothing but I can survive on my own for the most part. I carry out little jobs for people and they give me a little money but I try not to let them give it to me.

No one talks to me either. It's almost like I'm invisible even though they look right at me. It's like I have a deadly disease and if you even talk to me you could be poisoned.

I can fend for myself on almost every occasion. I've made a nice little home in an alley and a bed in a box. It's actually quite comfortable.

There's also a very nice man that owns a bakery not too far from my little "home". He puts out the burnt or unused goods for the homeless.

There's a public drinking fountain in the park and I got a cheap water bottle at a thrift store and that's where I get all my water from. So my life's not too bad here. My only problem is that I get lonely.

I was starting to get hungry so I decided that I would go and see if the baker left out and burnt bread or pastries. What I found made my heart leap with fright.

There was a boy standing there. He looked about 17 but his hair was pure white, like snow and he was holding what looked like a cane.

"Hello!" He said cheerfully to me.

"Who are you?" I asked, backing up.

"So you can see me?" He asked. I was about to laugh out loud but the look on his face was serious.

"Yes," I said cautiously

"Perfect!" He said. He held out his hand. "I'm Jack by the way. Jack Frost."

"You mean like that one ice dude?" I said, not wanting to touch a stranger.

He let his hand fall and let out an exasperated sigh. "Yes! I'm that ice dude!" He held out his hand again.

This time I shook it. "Hydi," I said. "I don't know my last name. I'm an orphan."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Hydi," he said, smiling at me. His smile was weird, like it belonged to someone who pulled pranks and laughed a lot.

"Come with me," he said.

"Excuse me?! I am not going anywhere with you, mister!" I said pulling out of his grip. "Stay away from me!" I started to run.

"No! Wait!" He yelled at me. I didn't turn around. I kept running until...

"Get off me!" I screamed as he grabbed the hood of my sweatshirt.

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way! Your choice!" He said, not letting go of my hood.

"I'll call the police!" I yelled, clawing at my collar.

"Ok," he said. "The hard way."

He let go of me and even before I even thought of running away, he grabbed onto my wrist and started to fly.

I don't really remember the ride itself but I know that I was terrified. I looked up and saw that he was actually flying! I was even to scared to scream most of the ride.