Frozen Tears (A JackSepticEye Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

"Wake up, honey!"

I was jolted awake by my mother, Autumn McLoughlin. My tired eyes stared into her hazel ones, hoping to get the point across that I'm too tired.

"C'mon, it's 6:30 and we got a big day," she yanked the blanket off me. She knew I didn't like that. "Dad's making bacon and eggs."

"Bacon and eggs?!" I sat up immediately.

"Yeah, I'm not just saying that to get you out of bed." She smirked.

"I know," I licked my lips as the sweet satisfying aroma of bacon surrounded me. "I'll be down in a minute."

She nodded and left, closing the door behind her. I flew my drawers open and searched for something to wear. It was Friday on the first week of highschool, I wanted to come off as something... cool, punk, and sexy. Yeah, that's probably creepy coming from a 15-year old. I dressed in a red flannel with ripped up denim shorts, accompanied with black leggings and red socks. Good to go.

I rushed downstairs after I washed my face and brushed my brown-and-blonde ombre hair. "Where's the bacon?"

"Behold," my father, Sean, boomed. "The mighty bacon! Bow!"

I chuckled, snatching a plate and heading off to the couch. Mom was watching the news, as usual. I didn't complain, all I needed to see was the weather forecast and maybe some photographs sent in by viewers- just to get ideas and inspiration for my scrapbook.

"This is the best breakfast I've ever had!" I squealed, savouring the crunchy goodness of bacon. I took a glimpse of Dad, who raised an eyebrow. "I will admit, IHop's a close second."

He grinned and returned to washing the dishes.

After my breakfast, I quickly dashed upstairs to brush my teeth and strap on my red plaid and black leather drawstring flap backpack. I begged my parents to buy me one; it was so cute, and as much as I don't like the modern trends, I couldn't help but get it.

"Oh Sam!" Mom beamed, wrapping her gentle arms around me. "It's hard to believe you're in grade ten already!"

"Mom, don't start with the nostalgia talk!" I teased, patting her back. "You've been saying it since Monday!"

"She can't help it, and neither can I." Dad commented, holding a silver guitar pin in his hands. "After all, I'm sure we all recognize this."

He handed me the familiar pin, bringing back a lot of nostalgia. I considered it a lucky token to remind me my parent's are always here. I pinned it to my red flannel. "Thanks Dad."

"Don't forget your skateboard," Mom winked. She knew how much I loved gliding on the board in the morning.

"It's only 7:23 AM, Mom. I still have until 9:15, when my first class starts. Almost two hours-"

"Don't you want to arrive early to visit your friends? And maybe, oh I don't know, buy a new pair of earphones?" Dad waved my $20 of allowance in front of me.

"You have a point...I've been yearning to listen to some tunes privately." I snatched the bill out of his fingers, laced up my black converse All-Stars, and headed out the door with a skateboard in hand.

"Bye sweetie!" They called, watching me push the skateboard forward.

"Bye! Speeeeed is key!" I waved, knowing it was one of the catchphrases Dad uses. He smiled proudly.

*****

I arrived at the school field, admiring the sunrise. This was a good photo op. I raised my phone and aimed it at the light, capturing the beautiful rays of colour.

"Hey, Sam!" One of my friends, April, called. She was waving from the wooden bridge we always hang out on, on the bike road behind the school. "Taking pictures of the sunrise again?"

I approached my two friends, April and Ethan. I didn't have much friends, but all I needed was two- besides, we've been together since eighth grade. "Of course. Isn't it beautiful?"

"But all you do is take pictures of the same thing, doesn't that bore you sometimes?" April pondered.

"No," I shook my head. "It's like a fingerprint, each one is different."

"If you say so."

"Hey Sam, you wanted those notes from photography class, right?" Ethan shuffled through the papers in his backpack, occasionally fiddling with his brown shaggy hair like he always does. I will admit, it's really cute when he does that.

"Yeah. Thanks." He handed me the papers. "I'm sorry I wasn't here yesterday..."

"Why would we scold you for that?" April puzzled.

"Call me a crybaby, but I had a severe migrane." I said as I placed the papers in my bag. "Sorry, you guys know it's genetic."

"Oh," Ethan mumbled under his breath. "...What time is it? I have an exam to study for."

"8:02. Still got a lot of time, buddy." April patted his back. "I hate reviews. I hate tests. I hate exams."

"You guys can come with me, if you'd like." Ethan offered.

"Okay, but expect us to distract you." I joked.

He rolls his eyes, and flew the straps of his backpack over his shoulders. We made our way to the library and sat down at an empty table.

April grabbed a book off the shelf and skimmed through the pages. "This is so fascinating... people used to read these before the internet came-"

I burst out laughing. "April, I'm still a bookworm!" I teased. My absolute favourites are The Hunger Games, Other Side of The Island, The Boy In The Striped Pajamas, and A Clockwork Orange.

"Can you guys help me with this?" Ethan asked. He struggled in science, just as much as I do.

*****

"Yeah, finally we can drive to one of those 70's-like drive-ins and just chill all night," Ethan commented about his new car he got in the summer. "Besides, there's a movie marathon about 80's classics going on there."

"I'd love that." I squealed. Back To The Future, Ghostbusters, The Breakfast Club, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Terminator, Indiana Jones, and Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure (just to name a few) ...all in one night? Ethan knows how much I love the classics.

"Also... can I, uh, drive you home?" he shyly offered, opening the passenger seat for me. "I know how nice it is outside, but I've been planning to give you a ride for a while now."

"Yeah. I'm sure my parents won't mind." I blushed. "Thanks a lot!"

*****

"Thanks for dropping me off," I slammed the car door. "I owe you a lot, don't I?"

"A hug will do." He smirked.

I tightly wrapped my arms around his ribs and squeezed as hard as I could.

"Ahck! A hug, not a death sentence!" he grunted.

I let go and couldn't help but giggle. "See ya on Monday."

"Or the weekend, perhaps?" Ethan questioned, getting in his car.

"Sure, I have no plans. I'll text you."

"Bye!" And like that, he drove off up and around the corner of the block.

The second I set foot in my house, I lazily took my shoes off with my own feet and threw my socks down the basement as I advanced to the kitchen. I snatched a Coke from the fridge when I noticed a sticky-note on the counter.

Hey Sam,

We're not going to be here for a couple hours at the most. Mom's pain severely got worse and we're driving her to the doctor's. Don't worry too much. Have leftovers from yesterday, okay? Just microwave it. If you need anything, call me.

-Dad

He hastily scribbled in sharpie marker. I sighed. Mom had aching pain in her leg for a while now. Painkillers or muscle relief didn't help so I guess Dad drove her to the doctor. Dad worries a lot.

I flopped down on the couch and shuffled through my homework. Algebra sucks.