I give total credit of this story to UnbelievinglyRandom! She gave my permission to use the plot of her story! My new FanFic best friend lmao

Description of Allison Marie Jackson:

*Eyes: Light Blue
*Hair: Long, Blonde, Curly
*Height: 5'7"
*Weight: 120lbs.

(Now when I put a style on here, the hair color doesn't matter in the picture, her hair is still blonde! Just clarifying now so there is no confusion)

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Anyways, on with the story:

Chapter 1:

I glanced out of the window from the airplane as it took off from my former home, which was Phoenix, Arizona. I was on a plane heading for Forks, Washington, where it was rarely sunny, always raining and cold, the complete opposite of Arizona. After I stopped going there when I was younger, I never thought I would be coming back. I never liked it there, but I was willing to put what I wanted aside for a while to spend some time with my dad.

When I was little, my mom and dad divorced and she packed me up and moved me to Arizona, in a spare of the moment decision. My thoughts soon returned to the conversation I had with my mom before boarding the plane to my own personal hell.

*Flashback*

"Allie, you don't have to do this" My mom said as she watched the people around us. She looked lost and sad, like she had never been alone before, but now she had a new husband, John, to be there with her, to take care of her and love her.

"I want too" I lied right to her face. The truth was I didn't want to move there, but I wanted to do this for her.

"Tell Wayne I said hi" she said as she stood up from her seat to hug me.

I followed her movement and hugged her back "I will" She was about the same height as me so it wasn't so difficult to hug her. We looked a lot alike, but I had too much Wayne in me to be identical to her.

She smiled at me as she ran a hand across her head with her blonde hair also in a sloppy bun on the back of her head "If you want to come back, just call me. You are welcomed back home any time and any day."

I returned the smile "I will keep that in mind. I love you mom"

"I love you too sweetie" She hugged me again, running a light hand through my long, blonde hair that hung down my back.

She pulled away from another hug and backed away a little bit, before I turned around and boarded the plane, looking back once to see her smile and wave to me with one tear falling down her face.

*End of Flashback*

The plane ride wasn't so long, only about 3 or 4 hours. I rested my head on the plane window, watching whatever I could see from the plane to kill time. I only had about 2 or so hours to go.

I don't think Wayne had ever been more excited until my mom called him asking if I could stay with him for a while. He was really quick to say yes, that's how I knew he was excited. In my head, I was secretly hoping he would say no, but I knew that wasn't going to happen.

Before I knew it, the plane ride was over. I must have been so lost in my thoughts that I wasn't even paying attention to the time anymore. I grabbed my bag I brought on the plane with me and got off, immediately spotting a tall man, slightly built leaning against a police car. When I walked closer to him, I noticed he stood about 6'5". I didn't even want to stand next to him, afraid of how short I would look. Now I definitely know where I get my height from, my mother.

I walked towards him, trying not to slip and fall on my face "Dad?"

"Allie?" He asked, a smile growing on his face "It's great to see you" I nodded, walking with him trying to keep up with him as he walked to grab my suitcases. We were almost there when I stumbled over my own two feet. Wayne laughed as he caught me so I didn't completely fall "Same old Allie, so how's Anne?" He asked, referring to my mom.

"Mom's doing great dad, and it's good to see you too"

After we grabbed my suitcases, we got into the police car and were on our way to my new home. "Oh and I found you a car" He said, making conversation.

"Really?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation alive.

He nodded with a smile "It was a good price and I thought it could be your welcome home present" He glanced at me for a moment then back at the road.

"What kind of car is it?" I asked curiously.

"Actually it's a truck, a red ford"

I nodded with a small smile on my face. I always wanted a truck; I always thought they were more powerful when tiny cars. "Who sold it to you?"

"Do you remember the Jack Taylor?" He asked as I thought for a moment then shook my head. "Oh well he is a really good friend, we used to go fishing together. Anyways his oldest daughter just moved away and she left the truck behind, and he didn't need it so he sold it to me for a good price."

I nodded, if Jack did go fishing with us, I wouldn't remember "Thanks dad"

"You're welcome Allie, I want you to feel comfortable here" He said as we got closer to the house, our house, my new house.

I got out of the car and glanced around, taking in all of my surroundings. Everything was really beautiful, the trees, leaves, or whatever leaves were left. Finally my eyes landed on my new truck that was parked in the driveway. I ran over to it and started gracing my hand across it "Wow thank you so much dad! I love it"

I saw Wayne look down at his feet as a faint amount of red appeared in his cheeks. And now I know where my blushing reflexes come from. With a smile on my face, I approach the house taking in every little detail of the small 2 bedroom house that I could. After walking around for a minute I finally get to my room, where I haven't been in years. It was still the same purple color that I remember. My desk was still in the corner, the bed was made with the same purple comforter folded on it and the curtains were a darker shade of purple then the rest of the room. Not a thing was out of place.

Wayne left me alone so I could take care and unpack my stuff, and I was glad. I was happy he wasn't one of the overbearing, hovering type of parent. I didn't like having clingy parents, so I preferred it this way. I lied on my bed, looking up at the ceiling thinking about what my first day would bring me. Would I fit it? I was athletic, but didn't like to play when it involved real competition, because I suck under pressure.

I sighed before getting up and changing into a pair of white sweatpants and a black tank top before throwing my hair into a ponytail and climbing into bed and falling into a deep sleep wondering what tomorrow would bring.