Santa's New Elf.

Fifteen year old Liz does not believe in Santa Clause. On Christmas morning she wakes up to a great surprise!

"Who does this freak think he is? Sneaking about giving presents to children all over the world!"


13. Jack, Jack Frost


I woke up on a in a massive room on a really comfy bed. What was it with me waking up in random rooms that were too good to be my own? I sat up puzzled. The last thing I remember was being saved by someone out of the freezing river, right after I was stabbed by… Skye. I shook the memories out of my head.

I looked to my stomach. The stab wound was treated properly and no have a clean bandage over it. Who would help me? I lifted a hand to my head and found that it had been covered with a plaster. Great, I must have bumped my head whilst drowning in the river.

Suddenly the door opened and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Right there standing was a tall lean muscular boy. He had bright white hair and wore navy blue trousers with a gleaming white t-shirt. Well someone uses Daz for washing their clothes. He walked towards me, that’s when my eyes tore of his face to what he was carrying.

It was a tray full of food. I could see toast, soup, milk, cereal, orange juice, some mince pie and other stuff that would be too long to name. I licked my lips and as if on cue my tummy rumbled. I looked at my stomach and mentally spoke to it, ‘really, you had to rumble now?’ I heard the guy standing inform of me chuckle and lay the tray on food on the bedside table.

I looked towards him, with a questioning expression. I didn’t know who he was and by the looks of it he was enjoying having me here. Could he be the one that saved me?

“Hi, I’m Jack. Jack Frost.” He introduced himself, sitting on the edge of the bed. I looked at his hand that was extended then back at him. He had the cutest smile on his face. I happily took his hand.

“I’m Liz.”

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