Hey guys, I hope you like this. This is my first fic, so please be gentle. But anyways. The bold is going to used through out the story to show that my OC is speaking Ojibwe. (a.k.a Native American) I would translate it but sadly I cant speak my language. :( Anyways, enough with me talking.

Chapter 1:

Fire is a thing of beauty and grace. It provides warmth, and light; however it also provides harm and death. Its colours are hypnotic and alluring. The way it dances draws attention to it and never let's go of whoever it has entranced. It intrigues the viewer and has them on their feet from just watching it.

This is how my family and my life was easily taken from me, captured by the fire and swallowed whole.

~~flashback~~

"Hey, Josh, can you wake up your sister? We are almost at the airport." My mother called from the front seat.

It was the beginning of summer and we were travelling to visit my relatives somewhere in America for a family reunion.

I felt my brother poking my face, trying to wake me up.

I slapped his hand away from my face as I started to open my eyes, pulling my ear buds out of my ears.

"What?" I growled, my favourite song had just started playing, inspiring me, and I was currently thinking out the details of the idea.

"We're nearly at the airport." Josh replied.

"Idiot. You didn't have to wake me when we still have twenty minutes 'til we even reach the airport parking lot." I glared at him, "You made me lose an inspiration that would be perfect for a painting."

My brother Josh always makes it his job to annoy me every day. He is older than me by two minutes, that's right, we're twins. Despite that, Josh and I completely different, he is a lacrosse player and I am an artist and dancer. Well so is my brother, well actually he was until he decided that it wasn't cool to be a dancer. My family is made of First Nations, well most of us are. My mom married a non-Native guy when Josh and I were ten, but that was six years ago, now we all get along and he respects our heritage.

I used to be a fancy shawl dancer and Josh used to be a men`s fancy dancer. We would sometimes go into competitions when we were 13 and 14, and often go to traditional Pow-wows.

My brother just looked at me with a blank look before turning back to mom and said, "Mom, sis just called me an idiot."

"What? He woke me up when we still have time to get there." I replied. I stretched my arms and fixed a barrette that was in my French braid. My hair reached half-way down my back; my family consists of brunettes and tanned skin.

"Arizona! You need to stop calling your brother rude names." My mom said to me.

"Your mom's right darling. It's not nice to be rude to your brother, you two need to get along." My dad said looking at me through the rear-view mirror.

"Dad keep your eyes on the road. Don't want us getting into car accident do you?" I smirked looking out of the van window in the back.

"Oh come on, dads not that bad of a driver. At least he's better than you." Josh retorted before turning back around in his seat.

"Yeah but I'm way better than you, who just barely passed the drivers coarse." I grinned.

I heard my brother growl and could tell he was glaring at me.

"Oh honey, turn left at this light ahead." My mom said pointing directions for dad to follow.

"Don't worry I know."

Dad was turning the car when the green light came on.

Right when we were turning I heard mom scream "Look out!' before we collided head on with a speeding truck.

So...what did you think? Review please? And I'll try to post next one soon as I can. Laters!~