I'm getting to all sorts of unusual fandoms nowadays.

But anyway, I just really fell in love with this movie after watching it a couple days ago. After some late nights reading fanfictions and familiarising myself with the lore I decided to take a shot at writing my own fic!

While the beginning is rather slow paced I want to create a build because, well, that's just how I imagined it. On an important note because it couldn't fit in the summary, the main character will die somewhere along the lines and become an immortal. Not a guardian but just a sprite.

We cool? We Jack Frost cool? Okay, wow, that was corny but you catch my drift!

Please enjoy and offer me any critiques you might have!

Dear Ms. Prendergast:

On September XX, Peter Prendergast engaged in the act of vandalising the school courtyard.

This offense is considered a serious breach of student conduct. I met with Peter regarding the reasons for consideration of disciplinary action. Peter was given an opportunity to explain his side of the situation. Peter denied responsibility for vandalization. As a result of my investigation, I determined that he was responsible for vandalising the school. Peter has committed prior offenses as well that are also being taken into account.

Due to the seriousness and repetition of this offense, I am recommending to the Superintendent that Peter be expelled permanently. It is also requested that Peter not join us the following year or after.

Prior to continuing this recommendation, you and your child are requested to attend a Manifestation Determination Meeting on XXXXXXXXX. The purpose of this meeting is to review the behavior and to determine if the behavior is related to a disability. This will inform you of your child's rights and any possible consideration to continue the educational process through other schools.

You may feel free to contact me upon receipt of this letter if you have any questions.

Respectfully yours,

XXXXXXX, Principal

….

Peter stared out the window as the car plowed down the road, leaving behind the long gone sparkling city. Mom was at the steering wheel with a blank look but he figured that she was still angry over the whole getting-expelled-during-the-first-week-of-school thing. That silly little thing.

In all honesty, Peter thought that the principal was over reacting. Rather, he liked to think that his 'vandalising' was a public service but that didn't matter. In a world ruled by adults he was just some dumb kid with problems.

Those were the exact words his mom used when she got that letter. Not that Peter exactly blamed her or anything for saying that but the words still further add insult to injury, she decided to make amends by whisking him away to beautifully boring suburbia.

'The city was a bad place for kids to grow up,' she said.

'Getting away to a quiet town would be good,' she said.

'You should see you little cousin in Burgess,' she said.

Without any sign of agreement or approval his mom made plans and packed his things to arrange that he stay with their extended family. For how long? Until she found a new school for Peter to go to, maybe. Or maybe until she could bear his company again.

Knowing that he should be trying to play it safe or at least get on Mom's good side, Peter couldn't help but ask, 'Are we there yet?'

'What does it look like?' Mom replied.

'Maybe…?' he answered slyly.

She let out a sigh, 'Not yet. But soon.'

'How soon?' he questioned.

'Not soon enough,' she grumbled, ending the conversation. To further accentuate this she turned on the radio to some unknown disco music.

Peter sunk down in his seat, pulling the collar of his jacket up to his ears in efforts to drown out the awful noise. Mom finally figured out how to combat his antics. This road trip was going to suck.

….

'Oh it's so great to see you!'

Peter watched his mom and aunt hug each other and talk in unnaturally high pitched voices safely inside the car. Oh how he hated those sorts of exchanges. He'd probably be more used to standing around awkwardly while relatives gushed over how much he'd grown if he saw them more often, but he hadn't seen his aunt since he was a little kid. Heck, the only reason he knew he had a little cousin was just because he overheard Mom talking about her over the phone.

His thoughts were interrupted as he heard his aunt say, 'Oh my, is that Peter in there? Come on out dear so I can get a better look at you!'

He grudgingly obliged and scooted out the car door to his waiting relative. He went through the motions of the customary hug and the weak smiles, along feigned guilt for being a difficult kid. Just your typical awkward family reunion.

Once that was over his aunt(or Aunty as she liked to be called) gasped, 'Oh! You've never seen Cupcake before, have you?'

Mom laughed, 'At the time, she wasn't born yet.'

Aunty shared in the joke before calling, 'Cupcake! Come meet your cousin Peter!'

With a name like Cupcake, Peter had been expecting a small little girl with pigtails and dimples. Instead he was greeted with the sight of a girl almost as tall as he was that managed to look like a tom boy despite wearing a tutu.

'This is your cousin from the city, Peter,' Aunty introduced, 'And Peter, this is Cupcake.'

Peter offered a half smile. Cupcake stared in return.

After a few awkward silent moments Peter attempted to make pleading eyes at his mother but she refused to make eye contact. Thankfully, Aunty came to the rescue.

She clapped her hands together, 'Oh I just know that you'll enjoy it here in Burgess! Cupcake can show you around too!'

'But I want to play with my friends,' Cupcake quickly objected.

Aunty tsked, 'We have a guest-'

'It's fine,' Peter said, 'I kind of like walking around by myself.'

'Must be a city thing,' Aunty smiled, 'Why don't you go ahead and grab your bags? I'll fix all of us some lunch.'

'Actually,' Mom objected, 'I won't be able to stay but it was lovely seeing you again.'

Of course Mom didn't bother to stay. She didn't want to be in suburbia any longer than she had to.

'Oh that's too bad. We should arrange for us to really get together sometime,' Aunty said.

'We should,' Mom agreed.

Aunty and Cupcake walked back into the house for lunch preparations while Mom headed back to the car. Peter followed after her as she popped open the trunk about to remove his suitcase.

'Please don't leave me here,' he begged.

'You know I'm going to,' she said, placing the bag on the ground.

'But I can't stay here! This place is completely boring and Cupcake hates me!' Peter exclaimed.

'She doesn't hate you. She's probably just shy,' Mom reasoned.

'But you can't deny this place isn't a big whopping stick in the mud,' Peter said, putting his hands on the suitcase. He placed it back in the trunk, 'You're sending me to my death here.'

Mom rolled her eyes and dragged the suitcase back out of the trunk, closing it as she did so, 'Stop being so overdramatic. You could use a little boring.'

'But you're killing me,' he sobbed theatrically.

'Maybe if you had gone into theater instead of art, you wouldn't have gotten expelled,' she climbed into the car and slammed the door shut.

'Sign me up for that then! Just don't leave me here,' Peter said, tugging on the door handle.

'Behave Peter. I'll call you when I do.'

The car peeled out of the driveway, down the road, and out of sight. Now officially stranded, Peter grabbed his suitcase and dragged it into the house.