Snow Day

Chapter 8: A Guardians' Work is Never Done

Once the rest of the guardians plus the two girls arrived in Burgess they were surprised to find that Jack was waiting for them outside a small house.

"Well, this is the place... I think" Jack said, walking over to a nearby window—looking in he saw a bed, desk, an autograph book on a nightstand, and a group of small toys grouped together about the floor.

"This is it" he whispered tapping gently on the window, hoping that the young boy would hear.

He waited and waited, finally, he heard Jamie's bedroom door creek open—though the boy looked slightly older than Jack remembered.

"Jamie? You better be going up there to do your homework!"

"Okay geez mom; get off my back, would ya!"

Slamming the door behind him he ran and trusted his bag on his bed—he mumbled something under his breath as he went and sat at his desk.

"Man, where did all my innocent year go?" he wondered, glancing at the autograph book on his bedside table. Though only a year or two had passed he had been forced to grow up ever since his dad passed away a year earlier—that same year that he and his friends helped stop the Boogeyman.

That day held a lot of mixed emotions for an eight-year-old boy, he kept being haunted by everything—every horrifying thing that had ever happened.

His thoughts were weakened by the sound of someone tapping and making frost on his window.

Looking up, he walked over to the window slowly—slightly couscous but mostly curious. Opening his window he felt the cool, cold wintery air and winds surround him. Torn out of his mind he looked out into the starry night with sad, droopy eyes. Oh Jack, what on earth happened to make you break your promise to visit me?

He shrugged it off and quickly wheeled back over to his desk to begin his assignment for English. "Well, here goes nothing" he muttered to himself, getting out a pencil and some paper. The assignment was to write a story that was of some real importance to you. He thought of writing about his whole experience with the guardians but his teacher disapproved of his enthusiasm on the chosen subject. She merely said that that was just a story, nothing but pure nonsense and that their assignment should be based on their real experiences.

He sighed as he sat staring at the blank piece of paper, pondering over the assignment some more—he wished desperately for his guardian friend to come back into his life.

Nevertheless, he picked up his pencil and started working on his assignment; he decided to go ahead and write about his adventure with the guardians despite what his teacher thought entitling his piece The Blackened Battle, but when he racked his brain to recover any memory of the whole epic ordeal he found that he couldn't remember any of it. Just then he felt weird; goosebumps covered his arms as he noticed his window now open, shocked he stood and walked over towards the open window—the wind was as strong as ever, so strong in fact that Jamie ended up stumbling backwards toward the bed.

"What the- whoa?" Jamie breathed, making a mental note of the peculiar wind, his mind was boggled—could this be the winds of Jack Frost? Could have Jack Finally come to visit him—to fulfill his promise? No, why would he, come through a year or so after he shrugged shaking his head. Walking back over to his desk he sat, trying to recall everything.

Suddenly, he felt the chill running down his spine get stronger and sharper, the cold air made his breath be seen.

"Hmmm... better look for a jacket," he told himself, spinning around in the chair readying himself to dash to his closet for warmth.