A/N: This is my first fanfiction so I hope I do okay. It will eventually have some JackxOC in it so this will be a good story for anyone who likes stuff like that. I'm trying really hard to not make my OC seem totally perfect. I've already got more chapters on DA so if the chapters on this should come pretty quickly. Any helpful critique is welcomed! Enjoy~

UPDATE: Just to let you guys know, this story does get better later on when it comes to the writing side of it. I've made some slight changes to this chapter to make it sound better. That way you and I don't physically shudder when re-reading it. Over and out!

UPDATE 2: Going through the story again just to correct some things so I can avoid shuddering.

Do you believe in fairy tales?

I was once asked that by a classmate who saw me flicking through some old book about myths and legends. Even though I pondered on it for a few moments, I still couldn't really answer them properly. Instead, I put on my most flawless smile and replied with 'I'm too old for that sort of thing now,' and added a small laugh for emphasis.

As expected, they laughed with me and agreed, leaving to return to their seat hastily when the bell rang.

I smirked and chuckled silently at the odd sense of familiarity to the question. Fairy tales. Myths. Legends. They all had to come from somewhere, so why not be true?

Although fifteen now, I still was unsure as to whether or not the things I've seen and done throughout my life had anything to do with the stories surrounding things like magic and fantasy.

I watched as my class left to go buy their lunch. Most of them trudging through the snow in an undignified fashion, occasionally tossing a snowball at each other. One girl shrieked as a pound of snow collided with her face, making it unevenly flushed; matching her tone of voice as she yelled at the laughing bunch of males standing only a few feet away from her. Smirking slightly, I soon resorted to staring at the snow, which was now falling softly towards the thickening layer of white covering the vast school grounds.

I frowned

Unfortunately for me, I suffer from Raynaud's Phenomenon. It's a condition which makes me sensitive to the cold. As a result, I usually have others purchase my lunch for me during harsh winter weather. The thought of stepping into that blanket of ice made me cringe and I soon resorted to putting my head on my desk and gently falling asleep.

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I'm in a forest.

In front of me is a house, set ablaze. Glancing from right to left I notice a girl, with long auburn locks and strands of shorter hair that not only framed but fell onto her face; which made her blue eyes and pale skin stand out.

As I circle towards them I see bruises and cuts covering her arm, legs and face. Each dab of blood shining lightly from the hue of orange and yellow projected from the intense fire. She's wearing pajamas and is also barefooted. Looking closely I can see she is maybe of the age of eleven or twelve. Difficult to tell through the injuries she was, to my dismay, unlucky to receive.

Beside her stands a younger version of the girl, only her hair is shorter and shaped into a neat bob, her fringe straight and stopping just short of her also blue eyes, a few freckles adorn her petite features. The younger one is sporting nightwear like her sister and seems to also be without shoes, but she is hiding behind the older one so I'm not quite sure.

They both stare at the house with a mixture of fright, relief and sadness. From what I can tell the house used to be old fashioned, but the beautiful Victorian designs are soon destroyed by the raging flames. Pieces of burning wood fall to the ground and paint begins to peel off the walls. Crackling and spitting embers from the house are the only sounds that seem to be filling the air before I hear a quiet sob. I turn and face the girls yet again and I can see the younger girl is crying. Her face is clearer now, and I see that she is also covered in bruises, but considerably less than the older one.

At that moment, she looks over to her younger image, most likely her sister, and bends to her eye level. She winces and my eyes widen as I see blood stains covering her clothing as the movement re-opens fresh wounds. A loud crash is heard from the house and both girls flinch. I warily take a step forward, trying to get a better view, but something prevents me. My body stops, almost as if I was expecting something, and I get a swelling feeling of pure dread. The older one shook slightly before seemingly collecting her emotions and smiling at her sister.

"Don't worry sis, we're gonna be fine. Just like we promised, yeah?"

When stroking her sister's head the little girl eventually looks up, nodding bravely and holding back her sobs weakly. Beside them is a bag, green and filled to the brim. The older girl coughs up a small amount of blood, staggering slightly before picking up the heavy looking bag and half hoisting the little girl onto her hip. Even with her injuries, she seems to do this with ease. I can only guess that she is swaying from fatigue or blood loss rather than the sudden increase in weight.

It worries me.

Looking at the house once more she heads towards the dark forest just a few yards behind her, singing softly. I strain my ears, recognising the tune from somewhere, but the lyrics are impossible to decipher as she seems to be singing more to herself than the little one.

Out of the unfitting silence a gut retching scream echoes from the depths of the house and I turn hastily, seeing something emerge from the flames, heading for the girls. The smell of burning flesh fills the air as the monster reaches out. Its body engulfed in fire as it releases another repulsive cry. Filled with fear for the girls, I scream for them to run but it's as if they don't hear, instead the older one stops. Why? She's going to die if she doesn't move. Lunging forward I trip, only to fall into darkness

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"Chris!"

My eyes snapping open, I quickly move to get up, but my chair is tucked in too far and I bang my legs harshly against my desk. I release a cry that sounds half man-made and half dying whale which earns a few sniggers from my classmates. Massaging my sore legs I sit back down. I can see everyone is flushed from the cold and many of them struggle to take off their coats.

Glancing up at none other than the idiot that woke me, I see my best friend, Danny. His short brown hair falling messily across his head and face is dusted with droplets of water. Green eyes twinkle as he laughs when I blink at him dopily, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Hey, do you want your lunch or not?" He pouts.

I ruffle his hair and smile, using my other hand to flick off bits of stray un-melted snow from his coat.

"You look like Jack Frost's just pelted you with snow." I gesture towards his soggy attire, making him smile as he begins taking off the furry beast of a coat that is adorning him.

Grabbing my lunch, a wonderful mixture of a hot chocolate and a ham and cheese sandwich, I settle down and begin messing around with fixing my uniform. Fixing my tie, straightening my shirt, not even bothering with my hair as it was messy of its own accord, with the only straight bits stopping a bit under my chin. My fringe falls annoyingly over one eye and I push it out the way, un-amused.

"Not so much Jack Frost as dumbass people who don't know the meaning of frostbite." He shivers as if to demonstrate his meaning and I raise an eyebrow, grinning crookedly.

"That's why I never set foot out in the snow. It's beautiful, as long as I'm not in it." I sneer, taking a chunk out of my meal.

Danny looks at me curiously. "Did you miss me? Or have you been sleeping again?"

He takes a seat opposite me and starts on his own sandwich. I pause, my eyes darkening slightly at the memory of those two girls, grabbing my drink I swivel around to face him.

Would you even believe me if I told you?

I stare at him skeptically and begin laughing, before replying dramatically with, "The silence was unbearable without you." and putting on a damsel in distress tone of voice.

Without warning, another question pops out of his mouth. This one though, startled me.

"Okay then, how about this? Have you ever believed in magic? Like, Santa Claus, the Easter bunny, mythical beings? Y'know, stuff we can't explain."

My eyes widen for some reason and I vaguely remember something from my past. It's cloudy though. I've always been open minded about these things, but this feels different. It feels, personal.

A hand waves in front of my face and I snap out of my trance. Looking over, I see Danny staring at me, worried. Quickly, I sit up straight and tug on my black hair feeling embarrassed before muttering, "I don't see why not?" and taking a shallow sip of my drink.

Danny smiles and nods, chewing thoughtfully. He knows of my hatred towards people eating with their mouths open, pet peeves and all.

Swallowing, he opens his mouth to speak again, but fate decided I wouldn't ever know his next conversation starter.

A shrill laugh rings through the classroom and I cringe along with the rest of the class (a talent we all seem to share) before reluctantly turning my head towards the classroom door. Danny does the same, he smiles wryly as his girlfriend, Jess, bounds up to him with the grace not at all lady like. Not as if I could talk.

A lot of guys thought she was gorgeous, but I failed to see how someone who is two shades too dark, has awfully done hair extensions and sounds like a hyena while laughing could ever be considered 'Gorgeous'. Don't get me wrong, she was really pretty. She just, tries too hard. I always thought that adding on extra parts to yourself would ruin the image you were born with. Though I can understand that some people may be more comfortable when they wear makeup or different clothes. It was understandable really.

Flicking her blond hair in my face, Jess turned her back to me and grabbed Danny's arm.

"You said you'd come with me to visit my friends from the year up after school today!"

Raising my head, I couldn't help giving Danny a half-assed glare as he glanced at me apologetically. He knew he had promised we'd go ice-skating today. I had actually decided to brave my worst enemy and pestered him until he agreed. The pond in the forest near my house had frozen over-night and I really wanted to test it out. Even with the threat of bruises and soreness imminent.

Danny scratched his head awkwardly and glanced away.

"But, y'know...I kinda promised Chris we'd..." I cocked my head to the side, hair flopping every which way, curious and hopeful as to whether or not he'd say no to Jess. Before he could finish, she tightens her hold and gives an exasperated huff. All hope drains from my face, I knew he'd give in as I saw him physically deflate and mouth 'sorry' to me when she wasn't looking.

Gracing me with a small smile and a mumble of; "Maybe next time?" Jess dragged him out the classroom, giving me a cold glare before disappearing. I give in to my childish tendencies and wiggle my fingers against my face and stick my tongue out. Sighing, I finish my meal and look out of the window. Snow is still falling but it has picked up the pace from the last time I checked. The flurries creating lights tapping sounds on the windows.

"This is gonna be one long winter." I say inaudibly, putting my head down and closing my eyes.

After school, I took my time packing my things into my checkered shoulder bag. Making sure it wouldn't hit the back of my legs repeatedly while walking. I was thoroughly regretting wearing thigh high socks as goosebumps began to crawl up the exposed part of skin when a chill breeze emerged through an opening in the classroom window. Tucking my arms in my blazer to protect my hands from the cold, I headed towards the entrance to the school, holding my breath. The cold wind hit me as if it was taunting me and I quickened my pace. Being the idiot with no common sense that I was, I had not managed to purchase a scarf and gloves yet, so the cold felt even more menacing.

Staring straight ahead, I noticed Danny and Jess prancing about in the snow. She threw a snowball at him and missed, making her stamp her foot and let out a whine. Danny laughed and put an arm around her shoulder and they both walked away.

I deadpanned, reaching down to scoop up some snow, scrunching it into a make-shift ball and hurling it towards my target. Hitting my mark, Jess let out a cry and looked around furiously while rubbing the back of her head. Danny began searching the area for a culprit and I dived behind a mound of snow, attempting to muffle my laughter with my fist and silently congratulating myself for the great throw.

In the distance I hear a chuckle and I look up for the source. Seeing nothing, I wrinkle my nose in confusion and get up while shivering. My hands are beginning to numb, my breath quickening, so after checking to see if the doting couple are still there I begin speed walking home. The mysterious laughter playing on my mind the whole way.

So how was it? Huh? HUH? Sorry, getting carried away. Oh yeah! I own nothing except my OC. For anyone that cares about that kinda thing. ^^