It was a cold winter morning when i first saw him, but i wasn't entirely sure if it was him. As soon as that doubt filled me, he disappeared.

I ran through the large group of kids, dodging snowball after snowball. Never had i been hit by a snowball. No matter how hard all the kids in my neighborhood tried, no matter how many times they jumped up on me, I had never been hit by a snowball. Most kids saw it as annoying, but i felt it as more of a gift. I had given in to the kids wanting to test something out. I was surrounded by them. All armed and ready with a pile of snowballs next to them.
"GO" Jamie jelled.

The test had started. The world slowed down for me as i gracefully dodged every single snowball. After a few minutes the kids had stopped and started jelling.

"How did you do that?"
"That was so unreal"

"Teach us how to do that!"

"I like Bunny!" Sophie's loud squeal was heard through the groups chatter and they all laughed.

"Come on seriously Marie, how did you do that?" Jamie asked impatient.

"I don't know, I just...dodge them I guess. It's no big deal." I shrugged.

"No big deal? What a load of cra-!" Jamie stopped as his sister ran up to him and shoved a pile of snow in his mouth.
"Mommy say you not say words like that, it's not nice" Sophie said firmly. Hands on her hips.

I had to place my fist against my mouth not to burst out laughing. Jamie quickly spitted the cold lump out.
"Sophie! That was mean!" Jamie said, but laughing at the same time. "Good prank though. Mind if I use it sometime?"

Sophie nodded gleefully.

"Okay guys, it's getting late, I have to go back now" I informed them.

"Aww, come on"

"Just one more round?"

"Maybe tomorrow, okay?" I ruffled Sophie's hair a bit before heading home.

I had only just left when I hear a loud outburst of "SNOWBALLFIGHT!"

I turn around at the corner of the street and see the kids at the park. Wildly throwing snowballs in every direction. I wish I was still their age. Not a care in the world. Just having fun all day and not worrying about things like school and stuff. That's why I like them more then people my age. I'm not exactly normal according to them. I'm in my junior year of High school and I can't wait to leave that awful place. There I am seen as a freak, a nobody. They mocked me for years about how I dressed and how I acted. Luckily, the bullying had stopped last year after...I shook my head after the thought of it. Now, I'm ignored, and I would like to keep it that way.
I grab my mp-3 player out of my pocket and place my headphone over my ears. Once I turn the music on, the world changes around me. The snow chases me playfully. Leaving patterns on the ground and frosting over every window. The beat of the music picks up and I start running. I smile broadly as the worlds speeds up around me until I reach my house and i skid to a stop. I stare at it for a while. My house was an old cottage, like the ones you would see in the countryside. But we wore in the middle of a big village. It stood out among the rows of basic houses, and everyone loved it. I take off my headphones and the patterns and frost disappear. I slowly walk through the gate in front of my house and go inside.
"I'M HOOOOOOME!" I jell enthusiastically.

"I NOTICED" my father jells back."AND SO DID THE ENTIRE NEIGBORHOOD!"

I laugh and run into the kitchen.

"Do I smell pancakes?" I ask.

"Maybe" my father says mysteriously.

"Because we've never had pancakes for dinner." I take off my coat and hang it in the closet in the hallway.

"Aha, but you know what I say do you?" he grins at me.

"No" I tease.

"Don't lie, you know you know that you know, you know?"

"But what if I knew that you knew what I knew what I..knew?" I get confused halfway my attempt to beat him at his game.
"Hahaa!" he jells out triumphantly. "I win! You know what you have to say now."

I sigh and start to recite.

"My father, James Patrick Underweather, also know as J. P. Underweather or Captain Underwear or The bossman, is more superior and smarter then me. All hail Captain Underwear."
I end my recital with a short bow.
"aaaand...?" my father raises his eyebrows.

"There is always a first time for everything..."

"...except eating your own poo" he continuous my quotation.

I chuckle as he flips over a pancake.

"So...written your letter to Santa yet?" he asks.

"Duh...weeks ago...sent it in the mail yesterday." I say matter of factly.

"Heads up!" my father suddenly jells and flips the pancake in my direction. I duck and the pancake lands perfectly on top of the stack that's waiting on the table.

"What did you ask for this year?" he continues.

"An adventure" I say as I sit down and grab a pancake.