The forgotten story

Okay. So I just felt like writing something like this so I hope you like it. I haven't really read too many books with Jack Frost and stuff but I haven't found any stories about jack frosts sister so here you go. I hope you like this.

-squiggle out.

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Alias P.O.V

You all know the story of Jack Frost? How he defeated the Boogie man with the fellow guardians and ended up being believed in but only to do that, he had to figure out why he was there in the first place? well, remember that little girl in his memory that was his sister where he saved her life and died on return, only to figure out that the reason he was chosen to be a guardian was to make fear and game and to comfort those around you and take away their fear, even if you have to pay the consequences?

Well, I'm that girl. Jack Frosts little sister. Most people don't really pay Attention to me, only admiring Jacks skills to save my life but then after that it's all about Jack. You don't know what happens to his sister. You figure she weeps for him for a couple years then grows up, gets married and has a family? not even close; well, as far as I can tell.

My Name is Alias Frost and right now I am 14 years old.

My brother died 7 years ago when I was 7 by drown to death in freezing cold water, saving my life in the process doing it.

Sometimes I wish he didn't. In not trying to sound selfish or anything but life is a pain in the butt and it gets harder. Jack partly learns this by defeating the boogie man (in the future) which I'm not supposed to know. But I do. Do you want to know how?

The moon told me.

It mostly whispers to me through the wind, telling me long lost secrets and stories. But sometimes, the moon will sooth comforting words about Jack. How he saves the world and how he was ignored.

I know, a bunch of you are all like, what the hell is going on? how is this possible? and I wish I could tell you. But I can't.

It all started when Jack died.

When he died, I was stuck there in the cold, scared the move, scared to do anything in fear that I might die.

I didn't as you can see but i was shocked to see my brother fall into the water with the sharp sound of ice cracking and a slap of his body hitting his body. i knew then, that life would never get the same and be harder as ever. i was at an extremely young age to learn that but it helped me through life more the i thought because of the death of my dear brother. though, it wasn't really worth it.

after my brother died, it was never the same again. you would expect the teachers to be supportive after his death, which they were but it was the kids that were the problem. each day they would call me a stupid name that they had made up. "Ali the killer" or "emo Ali," which sound stupid but at the time it hurt like hell when they called me those names. they all stated i killed my brother. pushed him into the water and afterward acted all innocent. i was seven at the time, i don't think i was even smart enough to think of something like that.

but when the moon started to talk to me, i believed i was going insane. i told my mother and father once but they just looked down at me, saying it was because of the loss of my brother. i never spoke to them about that again. the only person i would tell about me seeing the moon is dead and will stay dead; but the moon told me different, telling me he lived in the wind and the frost that bit at my nose. i always wondered after that, why did jack never come back to take me away, or at least tell me that he was still slightly here. that was before the moon told me his story, which most of you should know. 

I've made it through 8 years since then. 8 hard years that have made me mature in so many ways but scared and lonely in others. people don't know it but I'm incredibly depressed. i don't show it. going to school every day, doing everything i should do (though i'm failing school) and nobody thinks a thing is wrong. i know, its stupid to go this low and do things like this but can you blame me? you know those bad days some people have? that's my usual day. i still get bullied and kicked around. my parents are rarely home and i feel even more alone.

but, I'm sorry that I'm whining to you about my problems and life, i just thought you would like to know the other story of Jack Frost. the one that no one bothered to tell. the one that you only got a small glimpse of. and this story isn't some happy fairy tale with loving parents with supportive people.

this is life. i hope you can get that.

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sorry this is short chapter. its just the intro. hope you like it so far, and remember, your comments are more important to me then your votes. and here is a picture of young version (around the age of 10) Alias>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

~squiggle out!