Frostbite

Faith Chastain, a little 12 year old girl who recently moved to Mercy Falls, doesn't have any friends. She meets a boy named Matthew, who supposedly lives in the woods. She spends as much time with him as she can before he has to "disappear" for winter. Faith grows up with Matthew as a friend only in the summer. She becomes more curious about where Matthew goes in the winter. But when she finds out the truth, She may be in danger. Can they brave the cold? Or will they succumb to the bittersweet frostbite? (This book is based on the book Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater. If you haven't read this book, I suggest you do, cause it is amazing. Anyways, the idea behind this is all hers, and I claim no ownership over it.)

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1. New In Town

Faith's P.O.V. (90 degrees Ferinheight)

I sat on the swing in my backyard, slowly pushing myself back and forth with my feet. I sighed out of boredom, and looked up into the blue sky. The warmth of the sun cast rays of heat across me, and I smiled a bit. I liked the warm weather. There was more warm weather where I used to live. I used to live in Florida. I loved the beaches and the warm weather down there. But my mom died last year.

My dad met another girl, and we moved out here to Mercy Falls. I didn't understand how my dad moved on so quickly and got over my mom that fast. But I know now. We needed the money. We were living in a small apartment and daddy said we barely had enough money to keep the apartment. The woman my dad married has a lot of money. I sometimes hear my father crying at night. I can't help but feel sorry for him. We both loved my mom a lot. I only realized I was crying when a droplet of the salty liquid fell on my bare arm.

"Are you okay?" A small voice called from the woods. I whipped my head around to face whoever had spoken. I couldn't see anybody behind the dark line of trees.

"H-Hello? Who's there?" I asked cautiously. I got off of the swing and slowly backed away towards my house. I saw a figure emerging from the woods, and I squinted my eyes to see who it was. A little boy came into view. He was about my age. 12 years old. He had light brown hair and I could visibly see his bluish-silver gray eyes. He was a little bit taller than me, and he had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. 

"Hi." He gave me a nervous smile. I took another cautious step backwards towards my house, and he tilted his head to the side. "Where are you going? I'm not gonna hurt you." He said. I could hear the sincerity in his voice, and I stopped moving back. "I'm Matthew. What's your name?" He asked.

"I-I'm Faith." I said, this time moving closer towards him. 

"Hm. Faith. That's a pretty name." He smiled at me. I could see two small dimples. My mom had dimples.

"Thank you." I replied. "Why did you come out of the woods?" I asked curiously. He laughed, the dimples popping out again.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He asked me. I nodded. Matthew turned his head side to side, checking if anybody else could hear, and then he motioned for me to come closer to him. I complied and moved closer to him. He leaned down slightly to whisper to me. "I live in the woods." He said. I looked up at him, letting the confusion I felt inside of me show. He laughed once again, and I felt myself smile a bit. "My house is in the woods, I mean. I heard you playing and I wanted to join you. If that's okay with you, of course." Matthew smiled. I nodded, smiling back. 

"Do you want to play soccer?" I asked him. He nodded and I smiled. I picked up my soccer ball and set it down in front of my feet. I looked up at Matthew and met his gaze. His eyes were amazing. There  was blue around his pupil, and then it branched out and became silver and gray. I couldn't help but stare at his eyes. They had a sort of pattern in them. I looked down, bringing myself back down to earth. I kicked the ball to him, and he kicked it back. I laughed as the ball rolled past him. He ran after it, and slipped when he was reaching down for it. "Are you okay?" I asked, running over to him. He laughed and nodded at me, handing me the ball. He propped himself up against the tree in my backyard and opened his hand. I saw deep scrapes on his palm. Blood was already starting to make it's way from the cuts. My eyes widened and I turned, running towards my house, to go get band-aids.

"Faith!" Matthew called. I turned around to face him. He was right behind me. He had been beside the tree when I had turned around. How did he get over here so quickly? I brought my eyebrows together in confusion, and he smiled at me. "I'm fine, see." He showed me his hand, and the previous cuts on his palm had closed, and only raised red marks were where they had once been.  "Just a little scrape. I'm okay." He told me. But his hand had been bleeding a few seconds ago. How had his cut healed so quickly? 

"How did you do that?" I asked, amazement clear in my voice.

"Do what?" Matthew asked.

"It was bleeding a second ago." I looked up at him.

"No it wasn't." He shook his head. I know what I saw. It had been bleeding. Hadn't it? I'm pretty sure it was, but then again, I might've been seeing things. It is hot today, and there's no trace of blood on his hand right now, so it couldn't have been bleeding. I looked down at his hand, and then back at him.

" Yeah, I guess you're right." I said. Matthew and I played for a while after that. Until it got dark, to be exact. Then he said he had to go home, and I watched him disappear into the woods. It was strange that his house was in the woods, but I guess it is pretty peaceful in there. At least I had made a new friend today. I finally had a friend in this new town. Only one though. But I guess one is better than nothing.

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