This idea came to my mind a few days ago. I hope you all like it.

Chapter 1: Moving

Nessie's POV

I sighed when we got to the airport. I would miss the heat, the sun, the city, everything. But what I would miss the most was my mother and Richard, my stepfather.

I would miss Houston, Texas. My hometown, the place of my birth. But it was all for the best.

My mom, her name was Sophia. She was a very sweet person that I was lucky to call my mom. She loved me. She took care of me. Yet she was the reason that I chose to leave. My stepfather was a minor league baseball player which meant that he travelled a lot. My mom stayed with me but I knew that it made her unhappy so I made arrangements to live with my dad in Alaska.

Although I was happy that I was going to live with my dad there were a lot of things that I was worried about. First of all there was the weather. I don't like the cold at all. I need heat. Next was the bullies. I attract bullies the same way a dog attracts fleas.

No one knows about the bullying though and I would like to keep it that way.

I don't have many friends either. I'm the shy, quiet girl that usually sits in the back of the class just hoping that I wouldn't get called on.

I started reading a book once I was done going through airport security. I was so caught up in my book that I didn't even realize that it was time to board the plane until it was almost too late. Luckily I made it just in time.

I think that I must have fallen asleep right away because what seemed like seconds later I was being shaken awake by a flight attendant.

"Um miss?" she said.

"Yes?" I said a bit groggily.

"We've landed. You're the only one still on the plane" she informed me.

"Thanks" I said.

I got up and stretched all of my muscles. Then I walked off the plane and quickly found the nearest bathroom. The urge to pee having suddenly hit me.

Then I went and got my luggage and looked for my dad. Right away I spotted him waving and smiling at me. My dad's name is Diego. He was an awesome father. I loved him. I remember how sad I was when he and mom got a divorce and then he chose to move away. I visited him every chance that I got. Which was cool because not long after my aunt, uncle, and cousins also moved out here. Even my grandparents had moved out here. They had chosen to live out their retirement years in Denali.

"Dad!" I screamed. I ran over to him and gave him a tight hug.

"Oh Nessie" he said as he hugged me tightly to him. I could almost feel the happiness radiating out of him. His 15 year old daughter coming to live with him. At long last.

People looked at us strangely. Did I mention that we looked nothing alike? I don't look anything like my father or mother. Or anything like the rest of my family for that matter. My whole family is Mexican. Both sides of my family are Mexican. Yet I don't look it. For one my skin is pale. I have bronze hair, which no one else in my family has. I have many physical traits that none of my family has. The reverse is also true. Traits that are very common in my family seemed to have completely skipped me.

I'm pretty sure that I'm adopted. My parents have never told me but it's a huge suspicion that has been on the back of my mind for years now. I just haven't worked up the courage to ask yet. Besides the physical differences there is also the comments and the way my family treats me.

Both sets of grandparents always judge me. They've told me that I'm not a 'true Mexican'. They've told me that I'm not 'one of them'. They criticize everything about me. They even criticize the way I speak Spanish. Which I read and speak perfectly thanks to my mother and father. I'm there least favorite grandchild. Both sets of grandparents have told me that I'm 'not as good as their true grandkids'.

I've never told my parents what my grandparents say and do though. I didn't want to hurt my parents and their relationships with their parents.

"Nessie you have no idea how happy it makes me to have you here with me" Dad said, the telling smile still evident on his face.

"I'm really happy to be here with you dad" I said, failing to keep the smile off of my face.

"Anyway I have a surprise waiting for you at home. A welcome gift I guess you can call it"

"Ooohh! What is it?" I asked excitedly.

"If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise now would it" he lauged.

"It's not a car is it? You know that I don't have a license yet. I'm only 15"

"Nessie I can assure you that it is not a car. Anyway for dinner we're going to your grandparents's house. They can't wait to see you. Oh and your cousins can't wait to see you too"

I highly doubted that. Well, my cousins probably were but not my grandparents.

Dad helped me load the luggage into his car. We drove by the place where my dad worked. It was a hospital. My father was a doctor. I planned on becoming a doctor myself. My father loved his job and he loved helping people. I wanted to be just like him. I wanted to be a doctor and I wanted to help people.

We pulled up to the house. He helped me unload my luggage. When we walked through the door he told me to close my eyes and wait. Then he told me to hold out my arms.

Next thing I know there is something warm and very squirmy in my arms. When I opened my eyes I saw a small Dalmatian puppy.

I fell in love right away. I loved him! I held close to me and kissed him. Then he started to lick my face and I laughed.

"I know you always wanted a Dalmatian, thanks to Disney. I saw this little guy at the dog pound a few days ago and I thought of you. So I adopted him.

"Thank you dad. Really" I said happily.

"What are you going to name him?" he asked me.

"Pongo. Just like the dog from 101 Dalmatians" I said.

Dad just laughed.

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