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It's early in the morning and you're out for your morning jog. The cold wisp of air on your face cools you as you run. Your hair is up in a messy ponytail and bobs up and down. You have been running for a while now and you stop. Panting... "Good warm up..." You sigh.
Something darts from your right. Curiosity gets the best of you. Mom and Dad won't know I wondered from the trail you think as you walk towards the movement. Walking through the thick poofy snow further into the woods. You turn around only to find you are hopelessly lost. Trail disappeared with the help of thick snowflakes. You sigh. Why? You look up at the setting moon. It was beautiful. Only a few days before a new moon only a sliver left. But there was enough light.
You begin to walk the way you came. Suddenly at the corner of your (eye c.) eyes, you see a bright blue in the snow. Maybe that's the way out. You run to the only color for miles. Just a lost sweatshirt. You tucked it under your arm and headed in another direction. "Hey can I have my sweatshirt back..." a teen asks from behind you. You pivot on your heels to face a tall teen standing very close to you. His eyes piercing blue. Stunned you hand him the sweatshirt.
He drapes the sweatshirt over his muscular body. He is standing holding a shepherd's crook behind him. Goosebumps rise to the top of your skin and you don't feel safe any more. "H-how... where..." You begin to ask. "You lost?" he asks with compassion. "Ye-no." You say as you back away from him. Who comes to the middle of the forest and follows some girl... he has to be some kind of rapist or he's insane... "I know your lost." he says.
You bolt away from him. But it's pretty hard to run in snow. You run past a river and a crook comes out and catches you as you run past a tree.
You scream but your mouth is muffled by the teens cold hand. "Shhhhh... I won't hurt you..." he says as he looks into your panicked eyes. He slides his hand back to your (hair c.) locks, moving his hand from your mouth. "Who- who are you?" you asked. He chuckled as frost danced through out your hair. "... I'm Jack Frost of course. Who did you think I was the Easter kangaroo?"
"What's your name?" he asked releasing his grip on you. "I-I'm ______" I said with caution. "That's pretty... town's that way... see you later, ______" he said as he flew off into the distance. Frost covered your body and you quickly ran towards town and jumped into your house. Was any of that real? No, no. It was too fairy tale like to be real... But still, you could feel his cold touch lingering on your mouth you thought as you slowly climbed into bed... Maybe it was real... frost formed on your window as you slept in silence... 'forest, noon' the window read... as if someone had drawn instructions for you...

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It's early in the morning and you're out for your morning jog. The cold wisp of air on your face cools you as you run. Your hair is up in a messy ponytail and bobs up and down. You have been running for a while now and you stop. Panting... "Good warm up..." You sigh.
Something darts from your right. Curiosity gets the best of you. Mom and Dad won't know I wondered from the trail you think as you walk towards the movement. Walking through the thick poofy snow further into the woods. You turn around only to find you are hopelessly lost. Trail disappeared with the help of thick snowflakes. You sigh. Why? You look up at the setting moon. It was beautiful. Only a few days before a new moon only a sliver left. But there was enough light.
You begin to walk the way you came. Suddenly at the corner of your (eye c.) eyes, you see a bright blue in the snow. Maybe that's the way out. You run to the only color for miles. Just a lost sweatshirt. You tucked it under your arm and headed in another direction. "Hey can I have my sweatshirt back..." a teen asks from behind you. You pivot on your heels to face a tall teen standing very close to you. His eyes piercing blue. Stunned you hand him the sweatshirt.
He drapes the sweatshirt over his muscular body. He is standing holding a shepherd's crook behind him. Goosebumps rise to the top of your skin and you don't feel safe any more. "H-how... where..." You begin to ask. "You lost?" he asks with compassion. "Ye-no." You say as you back away from him. Who comes to the middle of the forest and follows some girl... he has to be some kind of rapist or he's insane... "I know your lost." he says.
You bolt away from him. But it's pretty hard to run in snow. You run past a river and a crook comes out and catches you as you run past a tree.
You scream but your mouth is muffled by the teens cold hand. "Shhhhh... I won't hurt you..." he says as he looks into your panicked eyes. He slides his hand back to your (hair c.) locks, moving his hand from your mouth. "Who- who are you?" you asked. He chuckled as frost danced through out your hair. "... I'm Jack Frost of course. Who did you think I was the Easter kangaroo?"
"What's your name?" he asked releasing his grip on you. "I-I'm ______" I said with caution. "That's pretty... town's that way... see you later, ______" he said as he flew off into the distance. Frost covered your body and you quickly ran towards town and jumped into your house. Was any of that real? No, no. It was too fairy tale like to be real... But still, you could feel his cold touch lingering on your mouth you thought as you slowly climbed into bed... Maybe it was real... frost formed on your window as you slept in silence... 'forest, noon' the window read... as if someone had drawn instructions for you...