K peeps I love this idea. Yes, I should and will work on Powers and Child, but as soon as my ROTG crisis is over, I'll get write on to that! Write, get it?

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Dear Journal,

I have decided to start writing in you because I want people to know what I think about. It is impossible for most adults to, so this, if they ever get their hands on it, is for them. You should know that I, Jack Frost, am invisible to most adults. They can even pass through me without even knowing that I am there. Sad, I know, but most children can see me. Like Ororo. She's my best friend, and sometimes I think we're lingering between friends and, more. But Professor X can see me. He's a telepath, so he always knows where I am and what I look like. Same for everyone else at the Institute, mutants.

I didn't know I was a mutant, but Dr. McCoy insisted it. Said there was no other logical explanation. I've been alive about three hundred years, at least I think I have, and now I can rest. I have a family. Everyone at the Institute.

Well, I think you might be expecting me to go full out gossip girl, but I only will write when I want to. See you next log.

Jack Frost.

I finished writing just as the bell rang. Study Hall is over. I got up and pushed in my chair, watching one of the newer students, Kitty, stare at me in awe.

"Can't see me, can you?" I asked her, but as always for a person that can't see me, they can't hear me either.

"Oh, hey Jack, come meet Kitty." I heard Bobby yell across to me. He had been put in charge of getting Kitty used to the Institute. He was my other best friend, us having almost identical powers.

"Hello there. Can't see a thing, can you?" I said to her, speaking warmingly.

She was maybe only five years old, but was a little younger looking than Bobby. Even though I was sixteen and he was six, I treated anyone younger than me as an equal.

"Kitty, this is Jack. He's been here for five years!" He said to her, and she gave him a puzzled look.

"You can't see him, can you? Not many people can, but you have to believe he is real, and then he will appear. Kitty still had a questioning face on, but then looked ahead of her.

That was nice of her; she was trying to see me.

"All you have to do is believe, Kitty." I said coming down to her level. She was still looking ahead of herself, but obviously not noticing I was just in front of her.

"Shake his hand Kitty! He's right in front of you!" Bobby said excitedly, and Kitty extended her arm. She looked a little scared, but isn't everyone scared of what they can't understand? Or see, for that matter.

I extended my hand to shake hers, and smiled when I felt it in my own. She gasped, and quickly pulled away, frightened.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you." I said, but she was still wide eyed.

"You can feel him, can't you?" Bobby asked her friendly and calmly. She looked at him with joy in her eyes.

"Yes, I can! But I can't see anything." She said, and turned to where she presumed I was.

"So your power, you're invisible? Right?" She asked, the expression still there.

"Well, there's more to it than that." I said, and picked her up.

"Woah!" She exclaimed, looking down to see nothing but thin air and the ground below her.

"You're so cool!" She said, looking around in joy.

"Well thank you Kitty, that's nice of you to say that. But I have to get to class now, and you should be too." I told the little girl, but doubted she could her me.

I let her down, and saw Ororo by the threshold. Bobby followed my gaze, and looked back up to me.

"Bye Jack! See you after school!" He yelled, grabbing Kitty by her hand and dragging her to the door.

"Yeah! Bye Jack!" She yelled back to me as she disappeared around the corner.

I smiled. Little kids always make me smile. But Ororo does too.

"I'd take your own advice, you know." She said to me as I approached her.

"I am, see! Walking to class." I reply, marching into the hallway. She laughed softly.

"I hope you studied in Study Hall." She said, walking along side me.

"And why is that Ro? Physics becoming the most wanted career?"

"Jean said we had a pop quiz today." She said, sighing out the words.

"Well, I can try my best. That's what a pop quiz is for, right?" I said, looking to the positive side in things. I flew around her once, and started floating backwards, eyes on her.

"Good point wise wizard. But aren't we not supposed to use our powers in school?" She asked, raising an eyebrow hilariously.

"Well, the wise wizard isn't all too wise I guess." I said, floating closer to her.

"That's correct Jack." She said, starting to hover the floor, and took my stance of flying on her back.

"Trying to show off, little Ms. Rule-Breaker?" I teased, but then she shot ahead of me a distance.

"Is that a challenge?" She asked, a smile spreading across her face.

"Maybe." I said, flying way past her down the hall.

"Oh you're on!" She yelled, racing towards me.

Jack, Ororo, don't you two have somewhere to be at this time? The Professor's mental voice rang in my head.

Sorry Professor, we'll get on it. I thought to him, slowing to a halt at the end of the hall, landing on my feet.

Thank you Jack. He said in my mind, and then went quiet.

Ororo landed next to me.

"You got that too?" She asked, knowing the answer. Being at the Institute as long as we have, you'd think we would have gotten used to mental calls. I think you can never get used to them, they can really scare me.

"Yeah, we better get going then." I sighed, rounding the corner to come to the Professor's office. I held the door open, and closed it just as the bell rung.

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Okay, I think this is okay for a first chapter. I will work on the next soon.

I dedicate this entire story to the 26 people who perished today at an elementary school shooting in Connecticut. 20 children and 6 adults were killed. May we all not spend time mourning, but remember these beautiful peoples' lives! A's in school, awesome art, scoring a goal in soccer! The adults' graduation, children, and wedding day! How happy they were, and how sad they will be when they see you crying. Let them know how you can see them in a better place, rather than the slowly dying world we live in! Let them know you can see how they lived! And not how they died. Would you only like to be remembered by how you died? I rejoice in knowing how great, and special you are! I still mourn for you, but am happy how great you lived!

I hope I got my point across!