Hey guys! Is it odd that I almost love Bunnymund more than Jack? I hope not, because it's true. As you guys could probably guess, I saw the movie "Rise of the Guardians", (because I never read the book series' first) and found a new fandom to know and love. I must say, that movie has to be my second favorite movie. My first is How To Train Your Dragon, which you guys probably know by now, if you've ever visited my profile. Anyways, I had such great and terrible writers block that once I started up again, my writing sucked! So, I've been gradually practicing, and I think I've finally made something worth posting! Oh, and here's some hints on the characters;

North: Nicholas (or Nick) North

Tooth Fairy: Tiana Donte'

Sand Man: Sandy Carpender

Bunnymund: Emerson "Aster" Bunnymund

Jack Frost: Jack Frost

Pitch Black: Kozmotis Black

Mother Nature (Who's my OC, and isn't important right now, but I'll add her in anyways) Symone Erelic

I hope that helps! Well, enjoy!

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Many people called them a group of eccentrics. Many more people called them suck-up freaks. They just called each other friends, bros, and the occasional "mate".

Nicholas was the first one that you would notice from the hall. He was a large boy with fine red hair and a round red nose. He wore a red jacket over whatever white shirt (usually with some logo on the front), and jean he was wearing that day, with black boots.

The next person you would be apt to look at would be Tiana. She had purple (verging on pink) eyes, and short hair dyed pink, blue, and green, that she usually wore spiked in the back. Her hair was naturally blond, but she felt like being "different". She wore a multi-colored over-shirt with a lace back, and a gray tank-top underneath, with jeans that had feathers painted up her left leg.

The next member of the group had a harder time being seen because of his height, but that didn't make a difference to him. His name was Sandy, which matched his sandy-golden hair perfectly. He wore a gold-colored scarf, with a t-shirt, floppy black jacket, and lightly colored jeans. He didn't talk much, but his facial expressions made him perfectly easy to understand.

Aster was the one member of the group by the lockers that wasn't involved in the conversation. He was digging in his locker, occasionally taking things from his tan messenger bag and putting different things down into it. Aster, despite being a sixteen-year-old boy, was possibly the most organized in the group. He hung up his leather jacket, reveling what he was wearing for the day. A green jacket that's sleeves only came down to his mid-forearm, with a tight black shirt and brown jeans, plus sneakers. His hair was jet-black with green tips that brushed over his mint green eyes.

"Why do you people not just go on to class?" Aster asked, his thick Australian accent ringing down the hall.

"We're all going to the same place. We might as well go together!" Nick encouraged, clasping his tall friend's shoulder.

Jack Frost shook his head from four lockers down.

Aster always asked something like that in the mornings. He figured that it was to boost his confidence, which Jack understood. Understood, but still found ridiculous.

He slammed his locker door closed and ducked past the group of cheery teens, and Aster, trying to avoid making eye contact. As he rushed by, he bumped into Tiana's shoulder.

She blushed and sighed, all the while leaning herself against Sandy's locker, which was right next to Aster's.

"I don't understand what you seen in that... guy," Aster said, finally closing his locker.

"If you were gay you would..."

Sandy nodded, smiling.

"Not this again," Nick groaned, even though he was smiling.

"For the last time, mates, I'm not gay. I'm an artist. I'm not gay."

"Your journal" Nick put in air quotes, "claims otherwise."

"Bull malarkey!"

Sandy held up his phone to the others, showing them that they had around two minuets to get to class.

"Crap! We need to go, guys!" Tiana exclaimed, grabbing Nick by the hand and pulling him towards their homeroom, the rest of the group following behind them. Well, all except for Sandy, who's class was one room over from theirs.

They all sat down in their seats just as the bell rang.

Tiana and Aster sat in the front row, and Nick sat behind the Australian teen.

Tiana glanced toward the back of the room at Jack who sat in the back row next to the window. A tall pale boy with black hair sat next to him, whispering things in his direction that he abruptly ignored. The other boy was known as Pitch Black, a name that suited him perfectly. He was cruel to everything, as far as his piers knew, and he didn't correct them.

The teacher called out roll, almost forgetting about Jack completely, which was nothing unusual for the poor boy. She eventually remembered that he was there, and wrote his name down along with the others.

"Alright, today we're going to be writing essays," the teacher explained, writing the topic up on the white-board.

Nick read it to himself out loud.

"All though history, people have celebrated different winter holidays. In your families past and culture, how did they and do you now celebrate winter holidays?"

"Awesome," Nick whispered to Aster, who huffed.

"Christmas is just some over-stereotyped holiday."

"Aster..." Tiana joked.

"Class, begin," the teacher called as she put in head-phones and cracked open the book "Night Of The Living Trekkies".

Nick was already deep into his second paragraph when Aster started his opening sentence. It made him sick how deeply Nick was devoted to the Christmas season. Tiana drew a toothy smiley-face on her paper.

Thirty minuets had passed, and Aster was struggling with ideas. Which was desperately rare for him, since he usually had creative ideas bubbling from his ears. But this was on Christmas. Being Australian, most would assume that his family had odd and interesting traditions that would be good to write about, but they didn't really. They went to church the night before, and on Christmas day he would open presents with his two little brothers, only one of which was born in America.

Actually, this year, he had gotten a MP3 player (No, his family didn't have the best funding. Well, when you have three boys in the house, money and food spread thin), and a painting easel, which Nick and Sandy insisted on tormenting him about. He did like it, though. Well really, he liked anything that had to do with art.

Even though he lived in Australia until he was twelve, he wasn't sure what he could add from the holidays down there. To him, it didn't seem any different than any other family's celebrations.

He eventually rambled his way through the body of the essay, and wrapped it up with a conclusion paragraph that would hopefully pull his grade from a C to a B-.

He finished just as the bell rang. Tiana scooped her belongings into her arms, picking up her purple bag with her foot and shoving some things into it. Nick sprang up, and inched towards the door, hoping his friends would follow. They were in no hurry.

Aster walked his paper to the teacher's desk, bag already on his shoulder, and began to follow Nick out. Tiana brought up the rear.

Sandy was standing by the door, waiting for his team to arrive. The teens cut down a vacant hallway, using their favorite short-cut to get into the band room.

Nick was really only in the band because Tiana and Sandy wanted him to. Aster was also, originally, not willing to join the band, but once his friends talked him into it, he loved it.

Nick loved that he loved it, too, because the first chair bass-clarinet player sat next to the last chair tenor sax. Aster being first chair, and himself being last, of course. Tiana sat in the front row with the other piccolo players. Sandy was in the back with the percussion.

The Australian boy flopped his bag down on his bass-clarinet case in the instrument room and carried the actual thing back to his seat. Once he sat down, he took a side glance to see if Symone, the first chair alto sax, was there. Upon seeing that she was, his foot began to tap nervously. He had gotten a mystery note in his locker, and only hoped it was from her.

She grinned at him only two seconds before the girl in second chair tapped on her shoulder, breaking his attention away from him, and to the sheet music for the song "Sticks and Stones" by Jonsi.

Nick placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Don't give up on her," he encouraged.

Aster brushed his green tipped bangs out of his eyes and nodded.

"Did you figure out that upper octave part?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Kind of..."

" You didn't, did you?"

"No."

"Here,"

Aster leaned over on his friend's stand, and began to pencil in the really high notes, not wanting to make it too easy for the ginger.

"If you miss this part again, my ears'll start to bleed."

"Tell that to the bass-clarinet "Cruella De' Vil" solo..."

"I've almost got that, okay?"

"Sure," Nick winked.

"Class,"

The band director, Mrs. Lawtin, tapped her baton on the stand.

"Guys, shut up!"

That got everyone's attention.

"Okay, we need to run through the show, and work on some parts."

She eyed the low-woodwinds.

Nick smiled innocently.

"Alright, lets start with the "Disney Pop Melody", from the top. One, two, ready, go."

Aster started out the first song, (a modern version of Cruella De' Vil) alone. His fingers padded proudly along the keys as the sound bellowed from the bell of the horn. Mrs. Lawtin waved her hands, signaling the other musicians to begin playing as well. They kicked in, and a heavy drum-beat and a flow of trumpets started playing. Symone leaned over her horn as she played, making her sax wail.

The band director flicked her wrist as the next song "Poor Unfortunate Souls" (The Jonas Brothers version) began. Symone took a sharp breath before starting her duet with Tiana. She played a part, and Tiana added and extra few notes once she was done. They went back and forth for a while, and then the rest of the band jumped back in.

The next part of the "Disney Pop Melody", called "Be Prepared", started with just the percussion. Sandy was grinning from ear to ear as he hit the bass drum.

The last song in the set was called "Almost There", from the movie "Princess and the Frog" or "The Voodoo movie" as Tiana called it. Even if she didn't like the movie, she loved the song. Well, mainly because she had a solo at the beginning and end of it. She swayed as she pushed air through her pint-sized flute.

Aster stood up as she started her ending solo, and quickly made his way into the instrument room. He flipped open a different case, and pulled out a didjeridu, which was an instrument that he learned to play back when he was ten in Australia. Now, six years later, he was still playing it in his spare time, and even in the band concert. By the time he returned to his seat, the class was ready to start the next song, "Sticks and Stones".

He gave Mrs. Lawtin a thumbs up, and she counted them off.

Aster noticed a sparkle in Symone's eyes as the song reached it's end. He knew it was because their next song "Popular", by Eric Saade, had a solo with her name on it. She looked like a full out jazz artist when her solo finally rolled around.

By that time, Aster had placed his second instrument on the ground beside of him, and had returned back to the bass-clarinet.

Their next song was "Mambo #5", which contained the "Upper octave part" for low-brass and low-woodwinds. Nick cringed as another wrong note slid out of his tenor, but Aster seemed to be having too much fun to notice and threaten to take his life. Aster plunked some lower keys, happier than ever.

The next song was almost ready to begin.

"Do you have this solo learned yet, Emerson?"

Aster blushed, just like he did every time the band director used his first name to address him.

Tiana giggled a little bit as she heard Aster's foot begin to tap the ground- a nervous tick of his.

"For the most part, yeah," he answered the teacher.

She then nodded, and began to count them off.

The song was called "Rocky Road To Dublin"- well, at least that's what it said on the sheet music.

Aster started out the song in a solo and only missed around four notes out of the whole thing, which was a heck of a lot better that what he'd expected.

They finished off their pile of sheet music with the song "All Star".

The bell rang maybe five minuets after the class had finished playing, which gave the teens a good amount of time to pack up their instruments.

Nick, Aster, Sandy, and Tiana all made their way up the hall, preparing to split their separate ways for their different electives.

Sandy looked over his shoulder as his friends parted ways, and he trekked into the school's locker rooms.

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First, let me get this nasty disclaimer out of the way. I do not own any of the following.

The Rise of the Guardians characters.

"All Star"

"Rocky Road To Dublin"

"Mambo #5"

Any of the songs in the "Disney Pop Melody".

"Sticks and Stones"

"Popular"

…. That's what I get for putting so many darn songs in! Speaking of which, if any of you want to hear these songs, and you haven't already, just PM me, and I'll send you a link to it! It would be my absolute pleasure! Also, please excuse any mistakes that may have taken place thought this story. It's long, and crap happens. All you writers out there know how that goes.

Anyways, please review! Tell me what you think about this, and I'll love you forever!

So, in a nutshell, thanks for reading, and don't forget to review! I love you guys! ~LightIsTheKey14~