I wrote this a while ago and decided to post it to show that I was alive. It's kind of a fan fiction type thing for an original character of me for Rise of the Guardians.
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I walked past the school one Wednesday morning and never really thought about how what I heard would affect me.
"Alright, we are all to write letters to the Guardians," said the cheery teacher, earning gasps from the other Winter Pixies, though she ignored it. "They are going to review each one. Every Clan is going to do it, besides the Tooth Faeries and the... Fearlings." she shuddered.
Even though she couldn't see me, I glared at her. They tell you not to bully in school, so why do we pick on people?
"They will be due in the office by next Friday," she said, concluding the discussion.
I got a brilliant idea. If I wrote a letter, they would see it since they have to read everyone's. Whether or not they did something about my situation or not was beyond me.
A whole week went by, and I still had no idea what to say in this damn letter. How was I supposed to write it? What if I got in trouble? What if I got caught?
I pushed all these aside and began the story of my life.
Darkness. That's the first thing I remember. It was dark, and it was cold, and I was scared. But then, then I saw the Moon. It was so big, and it was so bright, and it seemed to chase the darkness away. And when it did, I wasn't scared anymore.
My name is Sarah. How do I know that? The moon told me so. That was all he ever told me, and that was a long, long time ago.
I don't remember my parents at all. I am going to be blunt here: I know my parents are dead. I can also tell you one shocking thing: My mom was a Winter. Normal, right? Well, here's where it gets weird. My dad? He was a Fearling. Yeah, you read that right. He was a creepy, nightmare dealing minion of of Pitch Black, the boogeyman himself and the king of all Nightmares.
Now that that's all cleared up, yes, I am part Fearling. Don't worry, though, I don't have any intentions of hurting anyone. I am no threat, though that is what the Winter Society seems to think.
I have a Fearling's dark brown hair, but I also have Winter-pale skin and the bluest eyes you'd have ever seen. I'm sure only Jack Frost's eyes are a prettier blue than mine. They never let me go to school, though. They say I would be a threat if they taught me anything. The other Winters don't think much of me because of what I am. Honestly, unless they don't realize I've submitted this, it probably won't even make it to the North Pole. Am I a bad person? No. Never even been on the Naughty List. But whether or not I am doesn't define me. Obviously. The only thing that matters is what I am. Go figure.
I guess I should explain why I started this the way I did:
1.) To get your attention, so you'd read it.
2.) It sounded really cool.
3.) It literally happened. I only remember waking up to a cold blackness. It was a room... With a window. That was how I saw the Moon. Manny spoke to me then. He told me that I was not a bad person, but people would think I was. I didn't understand then, but I do now. Then he told me my name. That was it. He never said anything else, though I kept asking question that he silently answered later. Even in my 15 and a half years, I still find the Moonlight to be exceptionally comforting.
So, that's my essay. I don't go to school, but this paper can still "accidentally" end up on the teacher's desk.
-Sarah
(By the way, I don't have a last name, so... Yeah.)
Now all I had to do was wait. I know my paper probably stunk, since I never went to school and all, but I tried. A few months later, I was fully surprised to find the one and only Jack Frost knocking on my door. Guess they got the letter...
............... To be continued... Maybe.........
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Til later,
Sarah
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