Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock.
(e/c) eyes glanced up at the clock, eyelids fluttering and a yawn sounding from lightly glossed lips. A dainty hand with a few old scars across it reached up to brush a few strands of rebellious (h/c) hair.
You waited, your impatient nature getting the better of you, causing you to fidget in your seat and tap your pencil. 'Come on…' You think, watching the clock intently, another yawn escaping your lips before finally—
The bell rang for the end of lesson.
Chairs scraped against the floor as your peers lunged for the door, but their dreams of escape were cut short as your teacher called out and clapped her hands once or twice. "Students." She began in a clear tone before smiling sweetly at you all. "Have a Merry Christmas~!" She sang happily, shooing her class away with a small chuckle. A few students replied with a 'Happy New Year!' or a 'You too, Miss!'. You simply laughed and waved as you left the room last. You and your teacher never saw eye to eye, but that didn't mean you couldn't be civil to one another.
You filed into the queue of rushing students, eager to exit out of the school gates and into the freedom of the Christmas holidays. You were so excited for the day to come that you thought you could throw up the bad cafeteria food. But no more oily noodles and cold pizza. You were out of that hell hole and into the final event of the year.
"Took long enough…" You mumbled to yourself as you finally made it out of the pack and past the school's front gates. It was then, as you were taking your first step of freedom, that you placed your foot down on a slither of ice, of which you hadn't seen. Your body fell backwards before you stumbled to regain your balance, eventually coming back to your upright position.
Your attention was then drawn up to the heavens as they parted and down came the first sight of snow all year. The children nearby screamed with joy, older youth grinning at each other, some moaning that it hadn't come earlier.
Why you just let out the loudest 'BOOYAH' you could, jumping into the air, unaware of the brilliant azure eyes that watched with interest.
"Wow…someone's enthusiastic~!" A smooth voice chuckled, going unnoticed by the people that walked beneath the branch of which stretched above the pavement, and none saw the boy crouched upon the branch, staff in hand. This included you.
For you did not believe in such a silly tale, as that of Jack Frost.