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    Fire and Ice

    Alice P.O.V

    I sighed looking out the window from my seat. only two more hours before I see my dad and hopefully a mall, I can not live in a place where there is no mall. I told myself over and over again. I lived in sunny New York city with my mom and my little sister, Anna.

    My dad lived in the small and (Very) Rainy town of Forks, Washington. I've only been there a few times, and all I could remember was that Forks was very…green.

    The two hours dragged on and on… I kept my time looking out the window and sometimes staring at my new credit card that my mom gave me for 'Impoartant' things only.

    Finally, the plane landed and all I saw was the city lights of Seattle. I smiled and grabbed my backpack. I walked out of the plane and followed the crowd out of the hallway, and into the airport.

    I jumped up and down looking for my dad, I could see him leaning over the counter. Brown hair, blue eyes, yep, that's my dad.

    I walked over to him and he smiled.

    "Hey Ali how was your flight?" He asked looking down at me. I was the shortest in my family. Even my little sister was taller then me.

    "Fine." I replied. "Its good to see you dad." I smiled as I followed him out of the airport and into the parking lot. I sighed as I noticed his car, the police car with the red and blue lights and everything. Why doesn't my dad have another car?

    He took my bags and put them into the trunk. "Have enough clothes Alice?" My dad asked me raising his eyebrows. I laughed and smiled.

    "Nope, I left most of them in New York." I climbed into the passenger seat as my dad closed the trunk and shifted over to he drivers side and sat down.

    The drive was long and quiet.

    My dad coughed and I looked over at him. "Alice, I know how you don't want me to drive you to school everyday. so I kind of bought you a car." He said with a sheepish smile.

    "You did?" I asked him with both of my eyebrows raised.

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