BPOV

Prologue

After three years of living in a rainy city, I wasn't excepting to moving another rainy one. But here I am, all alone with my dad, moved to a little town called Forks in Washington. Population is not that much.

Rain. Green. Not brown at all. Trees have the color of green. Not brown. Leaves has to be green, boles don't.

I moved to London with my dad when we left Florida behind us three years ago. But we couldn't make it there. Dad wasn't happy to things remind him my mother and so was I. He decided to come back to country where he and I were born in, but didn't want to be back Florida. I love Florida, It is sunny and blue sky is shining all the time. I had my best friend there. I left her. I had to. Dad said that everything was confusing but never mentioned about it. But why am I seeing a gun? It's bursting, I'm scared. This is piece of shit. Stop the guns! Stop killing!

"No! Dad! No!"

Rain. Green. Not Brown at all. Forest. Gun. Running. Dad. Green Eyes. Alice.