Frozen.

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A/N Heyoooo you there. Yeah you. You know who you are. Or at least I hope you do. If you don't should probably get that checked out.

I had an idea. A spur of the moment idea. But thought it was good enough to turn into one of these cool book things. Anywho. I'm not sure how this is going to play out so if you like it comment and vote and stuff kay? good. I might keep it going if you do. :3

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My consciousness slowly lifted out of a deep, dreamless state. Warm, golden sun rays peeked through my curtain and played around on my face. A small groan left my stuck together lips and I rolled over onto my side. Today was hot. Great - please take note of the ammount of sarcasm dripping off this word.

That's one thing about me. I hate the hot weather. I very much prefer cold weather. If I could, I would gladly move to antarctica, but that would never happen. Shame.

My mum's the same. We revel in the lovely freezing cold weather of London. That's why we moved here. 3 years ago to be exact. Originally, we're from Australia. Probably not the best place for a pair of isicles.

Another thing you should probably know about me. I don't have friends. I have acquaintances but that's as close as they get. That's another thing. Im not really a people person. I guess its all part of the strange way I love the freezing cold and dont particularly like junk food. Im a bit of a naturalist at heart. But that's how I was raised. Or its just how I am.

My name is Ashana Nashure, I am 16 years old and have an infatuation with the cold. When its not cold I get grumpy and annoyed. I love aninals, practically more than anything. My dream is to have my own pack of wolves and walk with them in the cold forest. I know what your thinking, I am the weirdest person alive. But thats just how I like to be.

I slipped out of my bed and hopped into a nice, cold shower. But unfortunately the cold only lasted a few minutes before I had to get back out into the heat. I groaned. It sounded more like it came from an angry dragon who had been rudely awaken from hybernation. God I really hate the heat.

My feat slid across the nice cool tiled floors to the cupboard where I put on a pair of black tights and a long green flowing singlet. It might be hot but not at all like Australia. Thank the lord. Or should I say mother nature?

I plodded down the stairs of my two story house, grabbed some breakfast and my Ipod before exiting into the great beyond. Oh how I wish we could turn on the natural cooling system. My body does not like heat. Its almost like it can't handle it. Weird, right?

I shoved my earphones into my ears and played the small amount of music I actually like. Yes I am a rather fussy person. But that's just how I was born. My mum is exactly the same.

My mood was fastly turning into something grumpy and annoyed. Days like this, when its hot out or just no real need for jumper of any kind, I get grumpy and piss off the people around me. Thats why I dont have friends. Or at least partially why.

The walk to school was slow and boring. The only good part about it was when a small white rabbit hopped onto the path and sniffled at me. I may be ixe cold (temperature) on the inside but I love animals. They're everything to me. If I could I would have a wholr pack of wolves and walk with them in the forest in winter. That would be heaven, for me. The little rabbit sat in my way so I walked up to it and gave it a gentle pat. It hopped around me gracefully before it sat up and sniffled at me again. I picked the little fella up and gently placed him deeper in the small forest that sat right beside my house and the path to school.

The little rabbit sniffled at me once more before it hopped away. My mind raced, a strange feeling rumbling in thr pit of my stomach. The way that rabbit moved, it was like it was a messenger. A messenger who carried information back and forth. But that's crazy. Its just a little rabbit.

I kept walking, trying not to think anymore on the way it moved. So I put in my headphones and blared the music.

When I got to school, the lawns were packed full of kids mucking around, kissing and talking. An annoyed groan grumbled inside me. No I do not mean mt stomach grumbled. I mean I hate school because of all the people I had to put up with. But I liked learning. I liked to know everything I could. It made me feel, slightly powerful, for some reason. After I was at school for about 20 minutes, strolling around, people watching and reading up on Shakespeare, the bell rang. I absolutely hate that noise. A long time ago I decided there was something intensely weird about me. Thats another factor into the reasons why I dont have friends.

We all shuffled into the first class of the day, History - one of my favourits. Once the teacher entered the room, silence fell in the extremely smelly room. Ah the sweet sound of silence.

There's another thing about me. I have a strangely good sense of smell. I once sniffed out a packet of spearmint mints on the last friend I ever had. No one knows about that except my Mother. Another time, I smelled my way home when I got lost in the woods when I was little. At the time, I had a massive headache and could not remember the way out which is weird because I know my way around a forest like the back of my hand. Ok back to school.

The teacher, a ruggard old man in at least his 50's with a grey mop of hair on his head and a long white beard walked confidently in. He set his briefcase on his desk before picking up a yellow piece of paper and looking up at the class.

"Class." He announced. His beard wiggling around as he spoke. "We have a new student today. One Tarn Winter." Just as the words left his beard covered lips, the door to the classroom flung open revealing a tall, brunette boy. His skin was as white as paper, a lot likr mine. His eyes were an un-naturally light shade of brown and his lips were a deep red. In the middle of his gorgeous face was a pale, straight nose that just made everything look like it was in its place.

It was obvious, I had never met this boy Tarn. But why did I have this overwhelming feeling that everything about him was familiar? Especially his strange name?

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