28Told you they're short chapters. I really hope I can finish this one. I don't want to get writers block right at the end. Hopefully tonight I can finish the Labyrinth/Harry Potter one. If you actually like me you know what I'm talking about. Haha. Anyways here's chapter 2. Don't own RoTG.
For a change, I slept until my alarm sounded off. I even had a pleasant dream of a snow-day. We had a snowball war with the kids of the neighborhood and a boy, a little older than myself, with ice blue eyes and stark white hair. The oddest thing about the boy, though, was his bare feet in the middle of winter.
Shaking my head, I turned my alarm off and grabbed my glasses, then headed downstairs for breakfast. I had just finished tying my hair back as I reached the bottom of the stairs to be greeted by the smell of freshly brewed coffee. I never really took to it until about a year ago, but with the lack of sleep and the need to stay awake longer, I look forward to it now.
Entering the kitchen, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. My younger sister Emma was half asleep at the table, absent-mindedly eating her cereal (Lucky Charms, as always). "Morning, midget," I greeted, pulling her out of her stupor while I made my coffee. She groaned at the nick-name she would soon grow out of. She was now only a few inches shorter than myself, not like I'm tall or anything, though. I'm only about 5' 5" and it's estimated this is about as tall as I'd get.
"So, I didn't hear you screaming last night," she jabbed at my night-mares now that she was almost awake. I looked down at the Christmas mug in my hand, the holiday now being less than a month away, and shook my head at the memories of the bad dreams I'd been having recently.
"For your information," I replied quickly as mother entered the room, "I did have a nightmare last night."
"Just one?" Emma challenged, loudly. But then again, the newly 12 years old child does everything loudly. Mom sighed, sensing her attempt to pick a fight right away. I almost rose to the challenge, my usual head-ache developing, but I suddenly felt a cold feeling where my neck meets my shoulders, as if cold hands were placed there ready to give a neck massage.
"Just one," I confirmed, now calm again. "I even fell back asleep and had a good dream." As I looked out the window I noticed it begin to snow lightly. My family sputtered in shock at my response. I hadn't had a good dream since elementary school. "It was a snow day," I replied before I finished my coffee and headed back upstairs to get ready for school, leaving my awestruck family in the kitchen.
Once I got upstairs I fixed my bed up and grabbed some clothes. I put on my favorite light-wash jeans and a dark blue long-sleeve shirt. I grabbed some blue toned jewelry and my Christmas charm bracelet, which I have been wearing since the beginning of November. I looked in the mirror and untied my hair. After brushing it through, I braided a small bit that frizzed, despite its straight nature. I finished the look with a bit of light eye-makeup, that, paired with my dark brown hair, made my blue eyes pop.
After stopping to brush my teeth and put on winter gear, I was out the door for the bus stop. I had to walk over a street for my stop so I had to put on some warm and waterproof boots due to the fresh and still falling snow. I waved to my neighbor as she drove by and looked ahead to my stop. The girl for the technical school in the city was already at the stop, and there was another boy there. I'd never seen him before, yet he looked familiar. As I got closer I realized that I'd seen that white hair and bare-feet before. In my dream last night, to be particular.
"I see you and Mr. Frost have arrived. And in style, too," Alex called from across the street. "I love the new coat," she said, complimenting my new navy blue winter coat.
"Morning, Alex," I replied as I crossed the street, still focused on the boy from my dream. He looked me in the eyes as I approached where Alex was standing. He stepped forward and we were face to face when he broke into a smirk, ice blue eyes lighting up. He winked before disappearing into thin air.
I could feel my eyes widen. You can't just disappear into nothing. I'd have to look into this. "Jayne…" Alex said and you could hear the concern in her voice, "what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."
As my bus pulled up I looked at her and said, "I think I just did. See you later."
"Have a good day," she replied as I stepped onto the bus. I muttered a greeting to the bus driver before sitting in the seat next to Andrew, one of my best friends.
"Hey, you," he greeted, taking out an ear-bud to talk. As he leaned closer I could hear our favorite band, Van Halen, blasting from his I-Pod.
"Hey," I mumbled back, head down looking for something in my bag.
He blinked, studying me for a second, then when I picked my head up after fishin out my I-Pod out of my bag, he questioned my dazed expression. "What's up with you? You seem a bit out of it this morning. Bad nightmare?" Normally Andrew could figure out what was wrong in about aminute, but today, I had a feeling he'd never guess.
Knowing I could trust my friend, we quietly discussed what had happened, from the time I woke from my usual nightmare until the bus arrival. By the end, Andrew was now the one with a smirk on his face. "Sounds like you had a run in with Jack Frost. He seemed to have come to town this morning, perhaps he stopped to save you from the Nightmare King," he joked, bringing a small smile to my face. We often joked that I had a "Monster" in my closet, bringing me nightmares each night.
"Maybe," I replied, going along with the joke. We joked about the possibilities until we arrived at the school, making me feel slightly better. That didn't stop the blue eyes floating my thoughts for the rest of the day.