Jack-Frost12

There is no need to feel sad, If today has been bad. Each day is a treasure, So meet it with pleasure. Some people write and some people draw, They do what they want because THEY want to do more. Like what you do, You made it for YOU. Hater's will hate, because they're insecure, But you must not fall for their negative lure. There will always be haters, these people are gits, They are normal people, who are arrogant twits. Turn your back to the hate, And don't take the bait. Be strong through the trials, And you will go miles. Love what you do, And you will make it through. You're a truly beautiful being, And you should have no troub

I was a pretty normal day at the Pole.  It was nearly evening and Tooth and Bunnymund had decided to visit, again.  If there was one thing that changed once Jack decided to make the North Pole his home it was that the other Guardians came over more than they ever had.  Not that North or Jack minded their company; on the contrary, Jack always gave any Guardian that visited an attack hug.  Even Bunnymund couldn’t escape them. At the moment Jack was amusing himself, much to North’s dismay, by sitting on the floor and creating snowballs and repeatedly throwing them at the wall of the dining hall. Tooth flew around him on her way to

**Recap** "Jack!" Tooth cried, speeding towards her fallen friend.  But she pulled up just before she got to him and pulled her hands to her mouth in an obvious look of shock.  The others followed as fast as they could, but a noise reached them before they got there. "Owwwww…" That voice was far too young to be Jack.  Stunned, the remaining Guardians moved forward to see what Tooth had already seen.  What they saw stunned them.  Sitting in the snow staring back at them was a small child, no older than six, with bright blue eyes and snow white hair. Before them sat Jack Frost. **End Recap*** Nobody spoke, nobody moved.  They were all stun

The chill in the breeze, The frost on the ground, Crisp on a moonlit night. A young boy's figure Glides through the streets, His breath a clouded fog. Eyes like crystals, Hair like snow, He walks with staff in hand. Alone in the world, Unseen by all, He strides like a ghost through the town. Young children seen Through a window pane, Bask in the glow of the hearth. Unseen goes the boy Who stares unnoticed and lost At the joy before his eyes. A tentative move, A soft hand to the glass, Which freezes beneath his touch. He turns away, To the dark of the night And raises his head to the sky. A tear flows unseen, Silent an

Jack flew across the surface of the snow.  It felt great to be out of the Pole for a while.  The other Guardians had been overly protective of him ever since that horrid sickness.  But today he was happy to skim the surface of the snow covered cliffs and glaciers, barely 12 inches from the ground. "Hold up Frostbite!  Not everyone can fly; some of us have to use these things called legs." Bunnymund shouted from somewhere far behind him.  Jack pulled up and hovered above the snow, gripping his staff he looked back and saw the small figures that were the Guardians.  North trudged through the snow, creating a large path in his wake which quickl