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    White balls flew down from the grey cloud-filled sky; sticking onto each individual branch and leaf from several trees. The once green atmosphere that Kinsley was starting to get tired of seeing, was now turning white with each snowflake that fell from the sky.

"I haven't even been here for a week yet, and it's already snowing," the brunette groaned, hugging her sweater closer to her body; trying to mentally prepare herself for the bitter air she had to walk into.

"Welcome to Forks," came a response from behind.

Kinsley turned her head away from the window facing the front of the house, facing her brother. "I'm starting to get tired of hearing that."

Elijah chuckled, rubbing his hand gently through Kinsley's curled hair. The youngest Fell sibling sighed before fixing her hair, tucking the loose strands behind her ear.

"It'll stop soon," Elijah promised with a wink. "Maybe if you visited more—"

"Oh, look," Kinsley interrupted. "Bella's here."

Elijah narrowed his eyes at his sister's cheeky grin, successfully missing the dreaded— and repeated— conversation.

Kinsley threw her back pack over her shoulder. "I'll see you at dinner." With a wave of her hand, she sprinted towards the front door. Kinsley slowly made her way towards the big orange Chevy, careful of missing certain areas that turned into ice.

"Good morning," Kinsley greeted upon opening the passenger side door.

Bella narrowed her eyes slightly. "It's snowing."

"Yeah, and?"

"That doesn't make it a good morning," came her response.

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