Snow in Summer

Prologue

"Snow, come downstairs for a bit, I need to talk to you!" My father, Edward Alasta, yells at me. I sigh and abandon the book I was reading on my bed. Trundling down the soft, carpeted stairs of our house I arrive at the door of the living room where Edward is relaxing with a coffee.

I don't call my father "dad" or whatever other normal people use, I feel he doesn't deserve it. He never acts like he is responsible for me. I'm just there, always in the way. What he told me that day proved that.

"Sit down, I have some... news." I could tell he was picking his words carefully, so something was definitely up. I suspiciously sit on the edge of the sofa, tense. "As you know," He continues, "I've been going out to dinner with a lady lately." Shit, I think. They're getting married. They're getting married. He's remarrying. Nothing could be worse than Edward getting married again. Oh goddamn, I'll have to be a bridesmaid. My mind is jumping to conclusions, I know, though I am fairly positive something along the lines of a relationship is going to happen.

"Ivy is really into hair and makeup, and I would love to do something with film directing or producing. We fit in perfectly together." I puke inside my head, partially at the sickly name and partially because of the cheesy nonsense Ed was talking about.

"She's going back to Australia soon... to live near her parents, and, she... asked me to go with her. I wanted to talk to you about it first, but I'd love to go. It would be a fresh start for both of us." I sigh with relief that he wasn't get married. At least not yet.

But of course, I was in his way again. He wanted to do something and I stopped him. I bet he wished mum never died, or even better, I was never born. I think about the question and finally say, "Okay, I s'pose."

"Really?" Ed says, looking totally shocked. I nod. The thing is, most people would complain about leaving family, and their tens of thousands of best friends, but I'm not most people. Edward is the only blood relative who is alive and that I know, and I sit with a weird bunch of girls at school who I wouldn't call friends. I silently thought about what it would be like in Australia. I was pretty sure Ivy lived in one of the cities like Melbourne or Sydney and that the outback was a lot different from those places. Everything I've heard about the southern continent was something to do with the heat and flies and bushfires. Great. Sounds like it's going to be one giant leap from Canada. Literally and metaphorically.

At night I think of all the things I know about Australia and Ivy and everything else that I might need to think about. I dream of koala's and kangaroo's eating vegemite and wearing corkscrew hats to keep the mosquitoes and flies away. A feeling in my tummy says it's not going to be like that at all. And I don't like it.

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So that's it for now... don't know what's happening... I'm sick currently and have a lot of school stuff because it's report writing time. So yeah, idk when the next update will be, for this or my other story. Please vote, comment, do whatever you want to do.