Jack Frost by Shannon Sabotage (romantic novels to read .txt) 📖

Chapter 1~
He sat on the steps off the large white mansion’s porch. The paint had been peeling for years and the place looked like it was going to fall any day now. But he didn’t seem to take any notice of the mansion’s horrible condition. He’d lived there for at least five years now; he was eleven when they first moved in. He and his mother had always loved the cold weather; even if he felt like he was deeply connected maybe even like his soul was attached to the snow and the sleet. Since he was born, his skin had a natural blue tint, and the same with his icy lips. His hair had been white as snow until a few years back when it gradually changed to the bright blue it is now. His eyes were piercing blue, like Kool-Aid blue and his temperature never went any higher than 60 degrees. He would always ask his mother if that was normal, she’d nod and it was expected for her to switch the subject immediately.
Kids at school would wonder why he was so different; he’d wonder that also. Kids would ask if he dyed his hair, he’d only agree not to draw attention to himself; but that happened anyway. He was gladly accepted by the ‘scene’ crowd and was tagged as a ‘scenester’. He never understood the style quite that well but he would do his best to fake through it most of the time.
Now, he blow cold wind through his lips and out into their front yard. He swirled it around with his fingertips and little specs of ice would spin around intertwined with the gust of wind. He was something different, alright. He knew this was true, but he had ignored it all this time; until he realized what he could do that is. Like now, he could start a full-blown snow storm if he wanted to.
The mansion was secluded in the dark woods away from any nearby houses or cabins. No one knew but his mother that he could perform such acts. She had even told him before he discovered he could, that he would most likely develop the power to enslave the weather. Just yesterday, he sneezed causing icicles to shoot out and break the window in the kitchen door. Of course, it was really no problem since most of the time he couldn’t control these outbursts of ice.
A rustle caught his interest and he dropped the snowy wind and looked off into the trees. A deer timidly walked onto the dead lawn. He turned away from the animal and continued with his tomfoolery. After perfecting the small flurry, he brought his hands down into his lap. The front door creaked behind him and he whipped around quickly. His mother stood in the doorway with her dark brown hair pulled back into a bun at the back of her head. He pushed up on his knees and turned to her with a smile.
“Jack, what are you doing now?” He shrugged and rubbed the side of his neck with his left hand and looked at his shoes.
“Jack…what are you doing?” She repeated herself, a little annoyed now.
“I’m just messing around, Mom.”
She nodded lightly and looked out onto the lawn seeing the deer and turning back to Jack.
“Putting on a show for the woodland creatures?”
She said with a light laugh covering her mouth with her palm. Jack smiled and turned to the deer as it ran back into the thick trees.
“Maybe.” He let a chuckle escape his lips before his mother continued.
“Would you like to come inside now? It’s quite cold out…”
“Naw, Mom, I’m fine thank you. You can come out here with me if you’d like to though.”
She smiled excepting the offer but first going back inside for her coat. Jack was sitting on the steps again when she emerged from the big white doors. She sat down beside him pulling her skirt down over her knees and fixing the sleeve of his shirt. He gently pushed her hand away and her cheeks flushed to a light pink from the weather. He looked forward watching the nomad clouds in the sky and the leaves whirling in the wind.
“Jack?”
He looked at her and raised his left eyebrow into an arch as she proceeded.
“Well, you know how you’ve wanted some of your friends to come over?”
He nodded lightly listening carefully now.
“Well, I’ve decided you can do that now. The house isn’t that bad and you’ve done fairly well with keeping your powers to yourself so this weekend you may invite a friend or two but no more than four.”
Jack swooped his mother into a tight hug; she hugged him back while shivering and smiling.
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Chapter 2~
He woke up in his queen sized bed to the bright white light shining in through the dark blue curtains. He rubbed his big sapphire eyes and sat up brushing back his disheveled hair. He pulled on the covers and swung his legs over the edge of the mattress. A little shaky, he stood and walked over to his dresser. Tugging the drawer open he glanced in the mirror, noticing how pale he truly was. He ran a hand across his chest touching the pale blue surface. He lifted the left side of his mouth into a half grin and turned back to the dresser pulling out a navy and white striped polo and a pair of black jeans. He threw the clothes across the room onto his bed and he pushed the drawers back in.
He walked over to the balcony doors and pulled them open letting the cold rush in freely. He smiled letting it run through his hair and brush against his stomach and chest. He walked over to his clothes and got dressed. After he was done dressing he walked out into the hallway leaving the balcony doors open and soon filling the hallway with the cold wind. He opened the door to the bathroom and switched the light on. Fluorescent light flooded the tiled walls and floor as he stepped in. He brushed his teeth and hair and sprayed cologne everywhere. He was ready for the day and whatever it decided to throw his way.
He walked into the hallway after turning the light off and closed the door. His mother stood at the end of the hallway tapping her slipper with her arms folded across her chest. He stood there clueless until she spoke,
“Jack, next time please don’t forget to close your balcony doors. The wind blew into my bedroom and I don’t want to crank up the heat for your sake.”
Jack nodded lightly and returned to his bedroom. He walked to the doors and closed and locked them tightly and securely. His mother, from inside the doorway nodded and thanked him. She walked down the hallway into the kitchen as he shoved his books into his knapsack. He slung it over his shoulder and walked down the hallway into the kitchen greeting his cat, Whisper, with a pat on her back. She purred as he dropped his bag on the counter. Jack’s mother cracked some eggs into a pan and he listened to the sizzle.
“Jack, do you want any breakfast?”
Jack shook his head and rested his chin on his wrist.
“Jack?”
“I shook my head, Mom.”
“Well, I can’t hear your head rattle.”
He smiled lightly as his mother laughed and slid the eggs onto a plate. She sat next to him at the counter with a glass of orange juice.
“Are you sure you don’t want anything? Not even a glass of milk?”
He hesitated then asked for a glass of milk. His mother stood, scooted in the stool and walked to the fridge. His cat climbed into his lap and he stroked its long white hair until his mother set the glass on the marble counter and Whisper jumped out of his arms and onto to the tile. He gripped the glass in his grasp instantly freezing the liquid. As he tried to take a sip nothing poured out. He slammed the glass down in disappointment.
“Calm down, Jack.”
He sighed and leaned back into the stool in frustration. He shook his head as his mother laid a hand on his shoulder. Sometimes he despised this lifestyle, this difference in him compared to others. It drove him insane most of the time. Hiding it from his closest friends and not being able to be himself most of the time. Since he has to conceal such a big part of himself from others a lot of the time he has guilt that he has this secret. But he always learned to deal with it with the help from his mother.
Jack tossed his pack over his shoulder and kissed his mother goodbye. He walked out of the door without a jacket and letting Whisper creep out and follow him to the bus stop. He walked out down the long pathway up to the road which took at least five minutes and stopped at the mailbox. Every morning the bus would stop at his mailbox and pick him up. He had a deal with the driver to pick him up there instead of the neighborhood stop so he wouldn’t have to walk so far. He was some swindler; he could really get anyone to do anything for him if he put enough effort.
The bus came rolling down the hill to where Jack now stood. He boarded the bus and walked down the aisle avoiding the occasional foot to tip him. He sat down in the back where no one seemed to sit surprisingly. He bounced his leg until his friend Barnabas loaded on the bus. Barnabas came trudging down the aisle with his big onyx army boots. Jack smiled lightly and cleared a place for Barney. He plopped down beside Jack with a sigh and a glance at what Jack was wearing. Barney threw his bag in the aisle and tugged on Jack’s shirt.
“What the hell is this? You look like a sailor.”
“Thank you.” Jack said with a smile and slapping Barney’s hand away.
Barney smiled lightly and turned back forward straightening his shirt. Barnabas was an odd young man with jet black hair and emerald green eyes that changed from green to deep blue randomly. He had his own style of bright colors and different patterns, but he didn’t care what anybody thought. That’s why he was friends with Jack; Jack was truly different in all ways.