"You don't have to do this..." My mom said, I shook my head,
"I want to mom... Dad's lonely..."
My mom stood there as her new husband sat in the car, I was about to fly to Washington to live with my dad since my mom and stepdad moved around a lot my thirteen year old newly adopted sister Anna was going with them.
I'm Elsa Arendelle, and this is my story.
It's not your typical girl's life story, actually it's much more frightening in a way, but it's mine just the same.
And I'd never want to change it for anything in the world.
"Elsa!" Called my dad police chief Argus Arendelle once I got to the Seattle Airport. I smiled weakly as I walked to his police cruiser,
Welcome to purgatory, I thought.
Boy was I wrong.
When we were driving dad cleared his throat and said,
"I've got you a welcome home present...
Sam Dangerfield sold us a truck he's had for a while-"
I frowned
"A- daddy, you didn't have to do that..." I scolded, "I was gonna use my savings to buy a car anyway. I have to find a mechanic and I have to put gas in it and-"
"It's fine Elsa..." He laughed, "and it's your favorite color, sky blue!"
I smiled a tiny smile, he knew me well.
It was a very old truck, rusty in places, but blue it was. It had a stick shift, great, yet another thing I have to worry about when I'm driving, I wasn't sure if I could use the stick.
I sighed, I guess I'd find out tomorrow, I thought.
I couldn't sleep all night, it was raining, snow didn't bother me unless it was melting in my shoes and clothes, but rain was annoying. I groaned and got up to look at my face in the mirror, and cringed, I was so pale my porcelain skin made me look translucent
like a ghost, my big dark blue eyes flashed as lighting shot across the sky outside the window, my messy blonde hair hung halfway down my back. I shuddered, I did look like a ghost.
I shrugged and went back to bed, unaware of the fact that the next day would change my life forever.