There was no sign of the sun. The sun I longed for.
Only clouds filled the sky.
The temperature dropping rapidly. It was just how I expected Cold Bay, Alaska. That just had to be the place my dad lived, Eric Stewart.
Why did my mom have to get sick? Why her? What will school be like? These stupid questions filled my head as I drove from the Alaskan Airport. The heat from the vents filled my body.
Still thinking about my mom, Karen. She got sick one month ago, and died.
It happened so sudden. Forcing me to move from Sunny-ville, California to Cold Bay, Alaska. Not my first choice but I'd get to see my dad which didn't happen a lot considering my parents were divorced.
I knew my dad was excited to see me.
I look like him anyway, well except me happening to be a girl and have long hair I might add. We both have brown hair, piercing blue eyes, I bet if they were any brighter I'd blind you, I'm tall 5'8, I'm 16, a sophomore in high school. I had just entered Cold Bay, huge mountains everywhere, a big lake in front of them.
Surprisingly it was beautiful.
I passed an Ice rink, little souvenir shops, a supermarket and the harbor. It was a big town, not like New York City but big.
I pulled my car into the driveway, eyeing the white two story house in front of me. I slowly stopped and put the ignition in park. I just sat there for a brief moment before getting out.I needed to spare the moment me knowing that thing were going to be completely different. I pulled my jacket closer to me then stepped out of my truck. The coldness quickly latched to my face. Dad came running out. "Bells!" He yelled I tried to put on a convincing smile. He hugged me tightly. "I'm so glad your here."He said finally letting go.
"Me too, dad" I said shivering a little.
"What do ya say I take your bags and we get some hot chocolate?" He asked rubbing his hands together. I nodded. He clapped his hands together once, heading to the trunk of my car.
I went ahead inside. The inside surprised me. Me not being here in 15 years shocked me. The kitchen was painted a bright red, a round wooden table in the middle four chairs around it.
The living room to the left. It was painted white, a fresh coat applied, with a long black leather couch, deers and bears mounted on the walls around me. A plasma screen TV hung on the wall and a glass table in front of the couch. Dad quickly came behind me lugging my suitcases. "follow me" He said cheerfully.
We walked up the carpeted staircase into the only bedroom up there. He stopped opening a big wooden door.
The room was a pleasant light blue, just happening being my favorite color, queen size bed with a brown comforter, an antique dresser with a mirror attached.
A huge window looking out onto the icy bay. the closet next to the bathroom.
"So what do you think?" He asked placing my suitcases down. "This is good dad" I said looking out the window. "Do you want that hot chocolate now?" He asked smiling. I really wasn't in the mood I wanted to be alone, but I couldn't say no. "Ya sure" I said. We walked back down the staircase into the kitchen, I sat down at the table placing my hands in my lap.
Dad was already over at the microwave. He poured two packets of cocoa mix into two mugs and poured hot water on top, placing them in the microwave setting them on high three minutes.
Then he sat down in front of me. "So how do you like it here?" He asked suddenly.
"Well...It's cold" I admitted. He nodded, his eyes closed. The microwave dinged, dad got up taking the two mugs out placing mine in front of me, he still holding his. "You'll get used to it" He said indicating himself wearing a short sleeved polo. I looked down at my hot chocolate, stirring it. Bubbles popped. "About school" He began. Ugh, school don't remind me I thought to my self. My life is already bad enough being in this cold death land.
Alright this is my first chapter. Please comment, and reply. Thanks. I need to know what you think!
