My father drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was forty- five degrees Celsius in Vancouver, the sky was a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favourite shirt- sleeveless, shiny silver fabric; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture.
Me and my dads carrie-on items by my side.
In the deep reaches of Canada, a small town named Coaltown rests. With large mountain ranges, large flat grassland and trees that reach the heavens above.
And that is were I asked for me and dad to move to. As we never settle in none same place since mum died.
I loved Vancouver. I loved the suns blistering heat in the summers and and frozen lakes and trees in the winters.
"Alice," my dad said my dad said to me, hopefully for the last of a thousands of times, before we boarded the plane.
"We don't have to move to Coaltown. The place is completely made up of locals, they may not except us."
My dad looks like me, except his mousy brown hair is short and the smile lines. I stared into his wide childlike eyes.
"I want to go," I grinned. Only slightly lying. Anything to escape the bullies.
"Come on Coaltown is waiting for us."
Hey guys! this is my first fan fiction. if i do have any mistakes please do tell. I am from New Zealand so i'm not rely good with thing like how people act in Canada, spelling and all that. if you guys do read this even if it is horrible can you please still review.