Chapter 1-Part One She stared out of the misted window as she wrote in her red, dog-eared diary. “Today's another freezer. Same old white is all I see. They say no two snowflakes are the same, I can’t tell the difference. Why is it called ‘crisp snow’? Snow isn’t crisp, it crunches when you walk on it, but it isn’t crisp. I’m having to wear 5 layers to keep away the shivers. How are these people out there? This is madness.” She put down her well-chewed pen and closed her diary. She shoved it under a pile of clothes in her wardrobe. Turning as she walked out of the door she stared at this tiny, bare room which housed her most valuable belongings. She made her way to the front door and paused before opening it. A blanket of frozen air made its way through her nerves and into the core of her slim, fragile body. The violent wind dragged her outside and sealed the door shut. She squinted to find the nearest building, barely visible through the endless corridors of fog. She stumbled towards it, dragged open the door, which to her delight was not locked. She leaned against the door with all her strength to eventually close it. “Hi Jessie, didn’t care to knock?”
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Chapter 1-Part Two A small, hunched over figure was sat in a large, red armchair by the fireplace on the right hand side of a cosy, surprisingly warm room. She did not look up from her magazine as Jessie entered, nor did she look up to wait for her reply. “I’m so sorry Kitty, it was just so cold, and I was looking for the nearest building, and…” “Don’t sweat, we’re friends, right?” “Err…sure, yeah, sure we are,” Jessie glanced around the room as she wiped her steamy glasses on her sleeve. “Stay a while, it seems cold outside. Hey, have a sit,” Kitty pulled up a chair and patted the seat with her pristine, white paw, smiling gently. Jessie made her way across slowly, This is gonna be so awkward, she thought. Jessie and small talk were never a good combination, she stuttered and stammered her way through social events, even bus rides and taxi journeys were terrifying to sit through. Kitty placed her arm around Jessie’s shoulder, “Y’know, I’m throwing this party on Saturday, you should stop by. It’s only a few of my friends from around the place, come by have a dance, have some fun.” “Yeah, sure, I’ll..I'll think about it. You know, I’d..erm..I'd better be off, things to do, letters to post, people to talk to. I’ll see you Saturday.” Jessie jumped from the chair, and quickly walked to the door, she turned and waved at Kitty, who waved back. Then she opened the door to step back out into the icy, frostbitten air, with one word on her mind. One word…HELP
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Chapter 1-Part Three of Three What am I going to wear? What am I going to say? Why didn’t I say I was busy? Jessie’s brain cells were thinking up question after question as she fought against the relentless wind and the bitter cold. Tears of anger, sadness and terror dripped down her face, they were frozen by the time they reached just below her nose. She kept staggering in the approximate direction of The Roost, it was always warm, Brewster knew when you wanted to be left alone. Jessie caught sight of the museum, and kept making her way over, she went in. There was Blathers, fast asleep, she tiptoed past him and into The Roost. She flopped down into a chair, “Coffee?” Jessie nodded. Brewster placed a cup down in front of her, Jessie felt around her pocket for her purse. “Don’t worry, it’s on the house today.” “Thanks.” Jessie only just managed to get out her words. She took off her teary, steamy, smudged glasses, and warmed her numb hands on the cup of coffee. She took a sip, and the perfect temperature filled her frail, shaken body. She sighed deeply, forgetting all the questions, just listening to the light jazz from Brewster’s radio. She closed her eyes, If only this could be life forever, it’s so perfect…Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a person entering, then talking to Brewster, it was a soft, male voice, one she didn’t recognise, “Hi. I’m new, I was just wondering if you could help.” “Have a cup of coffee and I can give you hand.” Brewster replied. “OK, sure, coffee would be great.” Jessie’s eyes shot open and she stared at this figure who was chatting away to Brewster, Who is he?
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Chapter 2 Jessie stared and put on her glasses, her eyes were adjusting themselves to the light, she missed hearing his name. “So you’re new?” “Well, yeah. I just got here, still got my bag,” he replied, holding up a small blue suitcase, “Nice coffee, by the way.” “Thanks, next time that’ll be a hundred Bells, but since you’re new, I’ll let you off. So, you haven’t been to the Town Hall yet?” “No, I could barely see anything when I got here, the fog was so thick. I just made my way to the first building I could find, lucky it was here,” he said grinning. Brewster caught her eye, and smiled to himself. What’s he doing now? Why’s he looking at me like that? “Y’know, Jessie who’s sat over there behind you, she’s been around for a while, she’ll help you find your way.” Jessie glared at Brewster, Why has he done this to me? The mysterious guy turned around, he was of average height, and he had brown hair. Black thick-rimmed glasses framed his brown eyes. He smiled kindly, “So, you’re Jessie?” “Yeah, that’s me.” “I’m Alex. Pleased to meet you.” he held out his hand, Jessie wasn’t concentrating, she suddenly noticed and shook it. “Jessie, why don’t you help Alex on his way then?” said Brewster. “Yeah, sure. Come on then, let’s hope the weather’s died down a bit.” she said, leading the way out of The Roost. “Don’t make too much noise, it’ll wake up Blathers.” She whispered and pointed at the brown owl whose head was curled under his wing. Alex followed Jessie out into the still tornado-like wind, “I’ll lose you in this weather,” she shouted above the deafening wind, “Here, take my hand.” She held out her hand that was already going numb, then she felt his warm hand and gripped it tightly. Together they struggled against the wind, they squinted through the fog and eventually found the Town Hall. It took both of them to wrench open the door. When they went in they saw Pelly, even though she was inside she was wearing a thick pink coat, pink earmuffs and sky blue gloves. “Hi Jessie! Who’s this you’ve brought with you?” they could hear her teeth chatter as she spoke. “He’s called Alex, he’s new to town. So, where’s he meant to be staying?” Pelly pointed to a place on the map, quite near Jessie’s house. “Thanks Pelly, I’ll see you later.” “Bye Jessie,” she waved as they left to find Alex’s new home.
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Chapter 2-Part Two of Two The wind had died down slightly, yet as they walked to Alex’s house, they still held hands. They walked in comfortable silence, swinging their arms as they went, it wasn’t as much of a battle to walk any more. Their footprints were visible in the soft, white snow, they stopped outside a small, grey-bricked building, “So, this is your home,” said Jessie. They stood facing it, looking it up and down. “What do you think?” “It’s small, but I’ll survive. Why don’t we go in then?” Alex touched his hand on the faded metal of the door knob, gripped it, and turned it. They peeped in, it was so dark that they couldn’t see to the end of the hallway. They walked in and switched on the lights. The lights were dim, and the room was small, and quite bare, only with basic furniture. “It isn’t that bad, is it?” said Alex, doubt laced his words, and his voice was hesitant. Jessie stared at her feet unsure whether to lie and agree, or disagree and sound pessimistic. She felt a warmth rising through her cheeks, Oh no! I’m going red… “You know what? I’d better be going…” she trailed off, and then turned to leave. Alex grabbed her arm, “Before you go, can I just ask one thing? Will you help me out tomorrow, with unpacking and getting around town and stuff?” “Erm…sure I will. I’ll probably be at the Roost, come find me there.” “OK, thanks.” Jessie turned and left the small house, she was smiling I think, I think I have a friend.
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Chapter 3-Part One Jessie was sat on the flat cushion of her sofa, she was writing in her notebook whilst the TV on in the background, notebook in hand, remote on the arm of the sofa. It was so cold Jessie had dragged her duvet off her bed and wrapped herself up in it, like it was hugging her.
"I had the weirdest day, it was amazing though. There was a new guy in town and Brewster made me show him round, but he was so nice, and I think I finally have a proper friend. And before that Kitty invited me to a party, it was so strange, she was acting so friendly to me, as though she liked me?...I’m so confused."
That reminded Jessie, she had to chose what to wear on Saturday. She wasn’t usually one to fuss over clothes, but when in front of Kitty wearing the ‘wrong’ clothes could take quite a while to live down. It wasn’t quite the fact that someone would shout it out and everyone would laugh, it was more the fact that the next day everyone knew and they would all whisper as you walked past. Jessie didn’t mind being told directly, but if people were whispering behind her back she became paranoid and would go beetroot red whenever she walked past anyone, whispering or not. Anyway, it was only Wednesday, she still had Thursday and Friday to decide. Jessie was tired and would have moved to go to bed if she wasn’t so comfy, she switched off the TV and curled back up in her warm space on the sofa. If she went to bed she would be cold, and then wouldn’t be warm for at least an hour. So she found a snug position, and after about ten minutes of tossing and turning on the sofa, she was asleep.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
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Chapter 3-Part Two Jessie heard it and rubbed her eyes, How long have I been asleep? She turned her body and felt her feet touch the dry, cardboard-like carpet. She stood up, unbalanced, reached for her glasses on the table and made her way over to the front door. She opened the door to the sight of an out of breath Brewster, “What are you doing here?” she asked surprised and confused at the presence of Brewster. “A… Ale…” Brewster panted, trying to regain breath. “Come in, sit down, get your breath back. Sorry it’s a mess.” Brewster shook his head. “D…do…doesn’t…matter. Al…Alex…” “What about Alex?” Jessie asked, shocked. “He…he’s at the Roost,” said Brewster as he finally recovered, “I don’t know what’s wrong with him, I think he’s crying.” “What?! Why?!” she demanded an answer from Brewster. “I don’t know. That’s why I came here.” Jessie pushed past Brewster who was stood in the doorway, she sprinted through the dark to the light of the museum, and the Roost. After what seemed an endless journey Jessie reached the entrance and ran inside. “No running please,” Blathers cooed loudly, Jessie carried on regardless and he tutted and rolled his eyes. She turned left and entered the Roost, Alex had his back to the her, his head was in his arms and his sniffling was masked by the jazz from the radio. Jessie wanted to speak, but she didn’t know what to say. “Go away.” Alex’s voice was muffled. Jessie hesitated. “Alex…it’s me, it’s Jessie. Are you OK?” she asked him meekly. She wasn’t sure how he’d react, she was never the one helping people. “Of course I’m not.” he replied coldly. Jessie felt hurt, but she wasn’t giving up, she walked across slowly and sat in the seat opposite him. For a minute they sat in silence, Alex didn’t look up, his body was tense, the atmosphere of the room was tense. “Sorry,” he apologised out of the blue, his voice quiet. “It’s OK. I know how it feels, you just want to be left alone. I’ll go,” Jessie stood up to leave. “No, stay!” Alex had lifted up his head, Jessie saw his cheeks had gone red and his face was covered in a teary residue, “Stay, please,” his face was desperate. “OK,” she sat back down, amazed that he wanted her to stay. “Sorry about before, it was just…something’s been on my mind…” he looked down at the table. Jessie wanted to know, but she didn’t want to ask him, “Well, what was it?” Alex looked up and Jessie immediately looked down and saw her reflection in the polished table. This situation reminded her of herself, except she didn’t have anyone to help her, or anyone quizzing her on her problems. She saw her own problems here, her reflection…
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Chpater 3-Part Three of Three Jessie felt strange, she felt like she was watching a male version of herself, a shy, lonely person, with so many problems. Her mind wouldn’t stop whirring, this realisation was like an epiphany, she was looking in an emotional mirror. I can’t stay, I can’t… “I have to go…” Jessie stood up and started striding out of the small café. “No, no…” Alex’s shouts and pleas were ignored and Jessie ran out into the dark night, she was alone, cold and now also confused. Who is he? Why is he here? He’s…he’s like me. She ran through the cold, she felt like her head was expanding to some limit she had never experienced. Every cell of her brain was asking unanswerable questions, everything was too complicated, nothing made sense anymore. She blundered through the darkness, unsure where she was going physically or mentally. Her emotions ranged from all extremes, everythingwas chaning, everything was changing. I thought I had a friend, then all of a sudden I see myself. I guess it’s a good thing that I can relate to him, but I thought all my problems had just been sorted, now they’ve all come back. Am I meant to help him? I’ve never helped people before. My gaining of a friend has just caused me more stress and problems. She ran towards her house, the creamy light of the half-moon leading the way. She ran past building after building, then she saw the small grey-bricked house that belonged to Alex, she came to a halt outside it. She just stared at it, she would have to walk past it every day, but how? She looked behind her, and saw the snow had already covered up their footprints from earlier. It was like it had all gone already, just another memory. She made the short walk back to her house, went in and slouched back into her place on the flattened sofa cushion. She looked at her notebook, it was still perched on the sofa arm, still open at the most recent page. She read it, and was reminded of her happy, naïve past-self. Even if that past-self was from only a few hours ago. Her thoughts were scrawled down on this dog-eared piece of paper, tiny fragments of her would live on forever because of this piece of paper. She lay down, trying to get sleep, but she had so much on her mind she didn’t manage to stop wriggling and fall asleep for two hours. When she finally could rest, when she was finally asleep, she was dreaming. Her dreams were usually blurred, but tonight they were clear, like someone had moved the aerial on a TV, and tonight she remembered her dreams…
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Posted: 10/30/2009 2:06pm 
