Darkness Doesn't Mean Having a Cold Heart

Chapter 1~ The Snowflaked Meeting

I sit on my bed, on the black and blue sheets. The cold December wind blowing my raven black hair slightly back from the open window. I stand up as my sleeves of my black sweater reach past my hands, and my dark blue skinny jeans cling onto my freezing body. I walk to the window shutting it slightly as the wind bounces off the window. I sit down on the window sill, the tiny gap of air flowing onto my legs. I look out of the window, then stars shining brightly. As the moon is at it's fullest. I turn my head and look at everything in my room, my head leaning against the wall. Around my bed on the black wall are paintings of snowflakes. As for by my desk I have multiple papers on the desk, most of then on the brink of falling off, being pulled by gravity. I close my eyes as a memory comes rushing into my thoughts.

"Look at little Junie! Still believing the impossible!" They would chant it nonstop as I would rush down the halls of the middle school. They'd follow not much behind as they would chant it over and over again. "Look at little Junie! Still believing the impossible! Santa Clause, The Tooth Fairy, The Easter Bunny, The Sandman..." One of the boys, about a foot taller then me pushed me back into the wall, knocking my things out of hand, papers scattering everywhere. "Hey. What was that last ones name? Frost Loo?" The leader, who also happened to be the shortest, smirked at me as he kept saying incorrect names. I shove all my papers back into my binder as I glare at him with cold eyes.

I'm snapped out of my flashback with the sound of ice crystallizing in my window. Followed by me realizing I had several tears forming in my eyes. I wiped them away quickly as I looked out my window. The crystallizing finished to reveal a beautiful snowflake pattern. I stared at it in awe. "Can't let this sight go to waste." I gasp to myself as I jump over to my desk, grabbing a new sheet of paper and something I'll be able to write on with. I sit back down as I tap my pencil, wondering where to start. I jolt up as I begin to draw, glancing at the snowflake every few seconds. I'm about halfway done when I glance up again. This time instead of seeing just the snowflake, I see a pair of icy blue eyes staring at the paper on my lap for minute, before shifting his eyes up to me.