My Frozen Heart

Chapter 1: Is This Real?

Chapter 1: Is This Real?

I sat in my room on my bed daydreaming as I usually did when I had nothing better to do. I was imagening that I was on the beach somewhere sunny and warm...

Then a chill hit me and I was snapped out of my daydream. I got up and looked out the window. It was still snowing... It had snowed all yesterday and the day before and was still snowing. I sighed and plopped back down on my bed and went into another daydream.

It was quickly interrupted by my mother who was calling my name.

"Serena!" she called. "Your father and I have a party to go to this evening. Could you go shovel the driveway?"

I groaned. Shovel the driveway? Why can't dad snowblow it like he normally does at five in the morning?

"What do I get if I shovel?" I yelled down to her. I was certainly not going to shovel the driveway without some sort of incentive.

"We'll see when your done with it!" she replied, which was her usual answer.

"Alright fine!" I said, knowing even if I got nothing I'd have to do it anyway.

I went into my walk-in closet and gathered my snow gear. I put on three long sleve shirts plus my snow jacket, two pairs of pants, my snow boots, two pairs of gloves and two different hats. I didn't want to freeze after all.

I walked down stairs and pressed the garage door opener, then headed out into the garage to find the shovel.

It was right by the stairs suprisingly, dad must have gotten it out for me. I grabbed it and took a look outside. I felt my mouth drop.

There had to be one or two, maybe three feet of snow outside...

I huffed as my nose was already getting cold. I went out to the end of the driveway and started to shovel the snow into a neat pile next to the mailbox.

"Heave... Ho!" I paused shoveling for a second, thinking that I had heard a voice. "Heave... Ho!"

I did, I heard someone. I looked around but there was no one for miles. No one was on my street, no one else was shoveling snow. I sighed to myself, thinking that I was going crazy.

I started shoveling once again.

"Heave... Ho!"

Every time I shoveled, I heard that same voice. It sounded like that of a teenage boy.

"Alright, alright enough. Who's there?" I asked finally, getting quite annoyed at the voice.

"You still can't see me? But you can hear me now! That's a start!" the voice said.

I looked all around to try and find where this voice was comming from, but I had no luck.

"You didn't answer my question. Who are you? And where are you?" I asked.

"I'm Jack, Jack Frost." he laughed. "And I'm right in front of you!"

I paused. Wait. Jack, Jack Frost? As in THE Jack Frost? The Spirit of Winter Jack Frost? Isn't he just a story...?

"You can't be Jack Frost..." I finally managed to say after about a minute and a half of processing.

"Of course I'm Jack Frost! If you believed in me, you'd be able to see me." he said.

I stopped to think for a moment. Did I believe in Jack Frost? My parents had told me at the start of middle school that Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Toothfairy weren't real. They never said anything about Jack Frost. So I guess that means....