My name is Alice Mary Brandon and I'm 10 years old. My mother died and now I'm left with my father who thinks it's my fault my mom died and abuses me. I take bruise after bruise, punch after punch, slap after slap and lots more. After five years of that I've decided to runaway. Right now I live in South Carolina but my mom always wanted to go to Forks so I've saved up enough money to catch a plane to forks.
So right now I'm packing my few items in an old backpack and heading to Forks. I am getting on the plane at one in the morning because it would be kinda weird if I just said bye dad going to Forks never coming back. Now it's time to leave, so I write dad a note saying I've left. Wow these people on the plane are pretty nice except this one lady keeps giving me the stink eye and she's kinda scary. The flight attendants voice comes on the intercom thing but I don't know what it's called because for pete's sake I'm only 10.
He says we will land in Forks soon so we need to put our belts on. After what seems like forever we land in Forks Washington and it's storming. I grab my bag and go to the nearest alley. I'm very cold because I only have one sweatshirt and it's very thin. I decide to walk around the small town. My bruises start to hurt because the day before I left my dad came home drunk and started hitting me for fun and laughing at me when he was done and I whimpered and went up to my room and he called me a little ungrateful bitch.
But anyways I continue to walk around town and some late hour I think I fainted because I felt myself fall to the floor and an angel was looking at me.