• A teenage girl sat in the middle of a school field. In each hand was a boomerang, a pair of childhood gifts that she had wanted to play with and enjoy again. She wanted to practice with them, and get better, and what better time to do so than in the summer?
    But no one would have ever been able to tell that it was summer if they looked up into the sky, overcast with grey clouds that very surely meant rain for the next day, even possibly for more days to come. Added to this were unpleasant gusts of wind that never quite fully died down, making it impossible for the girl to throw her boomerangs. If she were more familiar with them, she might have taken up the conditions as a challenge, but she wasn't... so this opportunity that she had taken was a bust. She had been waiting for the winds to stop, but they would not die down. Now she realized that it would be a VERY long time before she would have an opportunity to return, and if the weather stayed like this, that opportunity would not be guaranteed. With a sigh, she stood up, gave the field one last look around, and then began to leave.
    Another teenage girl, who was invisible to the first one's eyes, watched her pass close by her with disappointed sympathy. This girl wore a red checkered summer dress with white torn fringes at the bottom, white shoulder straps, and lace that ran around the midsection. Her auburn hair, set with a white clover flower crown, was pulled up into a ponytail with strands of hair that fell around her slightly freckled face. In her hand was a wooden baseball bat.
    "I'm so sorry," Holly, the girl who wore the dress, said when the girl passed by. As she had spoken, the sun managed to peek from between the grey clouds. "I tried to do what I could, but all I could do was make the air warmer. Well, that-" She turned up to the sky, "-and then making the sun come out every once in a while. But I know it wasn't enough."
    She knocked the baseball bat softly against her bare feet for a moment, remembering all too well the feeling of canceled baseball games from her living days. Suddenly, the sun was hidden again in the clouds, and she felt the presence of someone she strongly disliked.
    "Jack," she said curtly, and turned around to face him.
    Standing a short distance away was a boy who appeared to be around her "age", wearing a simple dark blue sweatshirt frosted with ice, and brown pants. His hair was a shocking white, his skin pale, and his eyes blue, dancing with a teasing playfulness that Holly did not find amusing at all. In his hand was a large staff that was similar to a shepherd’s crook.
    "Yes?" he asked with a chuckle.
    "You really think this is funny?" Holly snapped, striding over to where he stood and raising her bat, as if she were going to strike him over the head with it (though she wanted to do that with such a passion).
    “Only that you’re getting your dress in a twist,” he replied, leaning against his staff in an easy manner. “Just chill out for once, why don’t you? You still managed to make it nice for a summer day, right?”
    “And why did you feel the need to do this, Jack?” Holly said angrily, pointing her bat at the overcast sky. “She hasn’t had a moment so far to actually play because she’s had school in the summer, and the only time she’s been out was to take care of her dog. And on top of that, she has a job now. This was one chance for her to relive a childhood memory, and you decided to pick this day to bother me! You of ALL people should be able to understand how much it means to enjoy the beauty of summer!”
    “I only know snow days, Holly; days that are actually fun,” Jack replied, lightly poking fun at her. “Besides, she’s got all summer, and she’s eventually just going to grow up into an adult.”
    “This is where you go wrong,” Holly said. “You only understand the children, but I think that people of all ages should be happy in every season, not just the summer or the winter; for dads to barbecue, for moms to socialize, and for children to run with their friends and have their adventures together.” She shook her head in exasperation. “You’ll never understand that, and I don’t believe the other Guardians will, either.”
    “Maybe, and maybe not,” Jack said, hanging his staff across the shoulder. “Anyways, I’m off.” As he turned around to leave, Holly suddenly materialized herself right in front of him in a gust of summer wind, pointing her bat in his face.
    “You listen carefully, Frost, because I’ll only say this once,” Holly said in a threatening tone. “Summer is MY season, and no hint of your handiwork should ever exist in it. If I see any more of it during the rest of the summer-“ Her hazel eyes were locked onto his, glowering at him with a vow of justice, “-I’ll make sure that your winter won’t have a single snowflake.”
    Even with her bat in his face, Jack did not flinch, but returned her glare with his smile. “I bet you will.” With those words and a cold burst of wind, he was gone.
    Holly dropped her bat back to her side with exhaustion, and looked back in the direction that the girl had left. “I promise you that I’ll make another day,” she said. “He doesn’t mean badly, he just wants to annoy me. But next time will be perfect for you.”