Summer And Winter *Jack Frost FanFic* ON HOLD

Chapter 2

"People havent always been there for me, but music always has"

        - Taylor Swift

        I slowly lift my arms in a stretch, and yawn. My yawns are wierd, though; they're more like screetches. I lie my arms on the pillows, enjoying the moment. I dont remember the last time I woke up and didnt just lay awake in bed for at least a half-hour. It helps me gather myself.

        After a while, I finally sit up and look around. Something catches my eye; the window is open. Wow, I really WAS tired. I forgot about this one. I walk up to it, and close it after I have looked out of it to check for anyone. I never opened the window, did I?

        After looking around the room, I quickly run into the living room to make sure no one was in there. After a thorough search, I am satisfied. "Its your buddy the wind, again." I say to myself. "The one just happens to be there whenever youre scared." "You know youre talking to yourself, right?" "Yes." Don't judge, but I find talking to myself to be extremely comforting. Even though the 'other voices' arent usually very kind. I will make up little arguments just to keep myself occupied.

        I walk back to my room and almost scream when I find the window open again. But this time, something is different. On the window screen is a large, yet beautiful snowflake. It was truly gorgeous. I reach my hand out to touch it, which was rather stupid, for the snowflake began melting almost immediately. Cursing under my breath, I finally decide to just get into the shower and ignore the fact that a robber could be in my house, just under my nose.

        Once I have finished showering and have dressed into my 'gym' clothes, I walk out of my apartment, making sure to lock the door. Climbing down the flights of stairs, I wonder to myself if I really am losing it. I never opened that window the first time, let alone the second. I shake my head in wonder, and finally reach the front door, not bothering to lock it back up once I am outside. I then stand on the curb, waving my hand frantically, not enjoying the requirement of patience needed to hail a taxi.

        The yellow car finally pulls up after about 15 minutes of waiting, and I quickly throw myself into the back. "You know where SkyZone is, right?" I ask. The man in the front turns around, unluckily, allowing my eyes access to his fat, unshaved face, covered with oily black hair. "I was your driver last week, remember?" He replies snottily. "Oh, right." I reply with a forced smile. I remember now. He was the most annoying and reckless driver you could find in Ann Arbor. I absolutely hated him, but the wait for a taxi to pull up was going to make me late, so I didnt really have the time to back out.

        The driver finally turns around, and begins driving. SkyZone is about 35 minutes away from Ann Arbor, so I will be stuck here with this guy until we finally get there. And I know that this guy doesnt exactly enjoy my company, either. It seems to me that he will go out of his way to make my life as miserable as possible. Taking the longer way to make me late, charging me extra, anything you could possibly think of.

        After what seemed like years of boredom, I check my watch to see how much longer I will be stuck in this hell: 15 minutes left. Oh great. Call me a brat, but 15 minutes seems like forever to someone like me, who can get bored very easily. As I put my hands behind my head, the horn of the car is pressed on madly by the driver. He begins shouting profanities at the truck in the other lane. It was a huge truck - filled with propaine.

        I reached out to tap on the glass. He turned around immediately, but I wasnt sure I had done the right thing by bothering him; his face was red, and he looked pd off. "What do youwant?" He asked angrily. I flinched, but regained myself quickly. "Is something wrong?" I point to the truck. He just shakes his head, agitated, then faces the road again, ignoring my question.

        The red light finally turned green and we were about to continue to drive, when I saw something that made me sick to my stomach. The driver of the truck was holding a bottle in his hand and was drinking out of it. Oh, fudge.

"DONT DRIVE!!! STOP!!!"

        The driver immediately stops and looks at me with a face that said, What the cuss?!?! But before I could do anything, the truck next to us backed up into the truck behind him. And it wasnt just a gentle bump. The front half of the car he hit was destroyed, but he didnt even look to see what he had done. Then he started to turn his car towards us...

"FORGET IT!!! DRIVE!!!"