A Silver Friend: Chapter 2
Silver let out a yelp of surprise as they leaped off the edge and into the night sky. She was even more surprised when they didn’t come crashing down into traffic, but instead continued their path into the cloudless sky. Silver clung to Jack, her arms around his neck and shoulders, while he supported her by her waist.
At first, all Silver could feel was fear, and held tightly to Jack, who didn’t seem to mind it at all. She looked at Jack. I am not enjoying this. That’s what she tried to tell herself. I’m flying by the stars in the arms of a very attractive boy on a perfect night. Nope, definitely not enjoying this. She blushed slightly at that thought.
Relaxing her grip, Silver took in her surroundings. They were speeding quickly over everything, but the LA lights were still beautiful, and off in the distance the light reflected off the calming Pacific Ocean was magnificent. Silver stole a glance a Jack, who was staring straight ahead. Her life seems t
A Silver Friend: Chapter 1
Silver admitted it to herself: So far, her life has sucked.
After losing her parents, a memory she purposefully avoided, she had been taken into Miss Kind’s Orphanage. Miss K was the women who watched over the kids there, and boy was she awful. No personal possessions allowed aside from clothes and a tooth brush. If you were bad, you spent a few days in solitary confinement. Life had quickly failed Silver’s 14 year old expectations of the world and hope was draining away.
Silver had blonde hair, much like her mothers, which had a soft waving texture. The front strip of hair on her right was dyed silver, after her name. She has gray blue eyes that often reflected her mood, and wasn’t very tall for her age, about 5’2. She wore a dark gray long sleeve shirt the loosely clung to her and pajama bottoms.
Silver played with her silver moon necklace, formally her mother’s. It was her only real possession, aside from her se
A Silver Friend: Prolouge
Jack was absently glazing the side of his chair with an intricate design of frost, not really paying attention to the other Guardians quietly discussing who-knows-what. Jack Frost was glad he was a Guardian, but sometimes being serious wasn’t his thing, and a lot of the time this was a serious job. The Guardians were great friends, but no one really understood him fully, not really. If only he had a friend that was like him, his own age. Well, not 300 years old but, well…
A cough tore his mind from wandering, and Jack became embarrassed as all the other Guardians were staring at him, obviously expecting him to say something.
“Um, I-I uh…” Jack began to stutter to the others. North reached over and placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder.
“VWhy don’t you go and spend some time alone?” he gently suggested, though it was more like a command. Jack hung his head, giving a simple nod.
On silent bare feet, Ja