Chapter 3 Three.

The sun seeped downwards on the frowning brunette as she alighted from the vintage toyota car that had come to a halt. Her feet gnashed the concrete grounds and her hair blew in the winds. Her hands rested against the car door whilst she gazed around the environment.

She was difficult to read-difficult to tell if she was impressed with this town or disappointed and from the luggages, you could tell she was new here. Also from the way she let her hair fall across her shoulders.

She was unlike the girls i'd seen in Marquette.

This one had a glossy skin and pouty saccharine lips i just knew were soft. Her brows were carved over her almond shaped eyes with pupils just as light brown as the color of her hair. Her lashes were velvety and she had a dainty nose, shiny teeth.

An aura that quite drew me towards her.

I'd never forget this day, i knew. The first day i met Isla Carter.

ISLA.

"Dad!" An exclaim escaped my lips as i pulled away from the door and pounced on my father. His large arms wrapped around me in a tight embrace but i could tell he couldn't take his eyes off my mother and the man who'd accompanied us to help with the loads.

I pulled away from him with a finger smoothing his moustache.

"You kept it" I wasn't able to hide the delight in my voice and he shrugged his shoulders. "You told me too, and besides it's grown on me. I look like a town sheriff around here" His voice was decadent and sounded much more different in person.

It had been eight years or more since i'd last seen my father. And although my mum tried to hide her emotions, i could tell from the way she hugged him, how much familiarity still existed between the two.

It was normal that in as much as loved Brad, i still wanted them together.

"You are the town sheriff" Alyssa echoed from her lips, holding unto a single bag and my eyes darted to the old camouflaged vehicle in the driveway. "What? That's so cool" I said, turning over to the house. It was much smaller than the one in California.

Perhaps it was because it was just him living in it.

Now, it was the both of us and finally breathing the scintillating air of Marquette did quite the opposite of curbing my enthusiasm. It seemed like a town to be well at the edge of the world. The air was brittle cold and several of the trees that were around had withered.

I could see the forest in a distance which made me so glad i brought my bicycle. I'd always loved to ride but the Cali roads were so busy that my mother warned me to stop. The feeling of Marquette wrapped around me, igniting many ideas in my head and there was a grin across my face.

It was truly a new beginning and i was so glad that i took it.

"Hey!" Brad nodded awkwardly to my dad as he carried my suitcase through the doors. My shoulders collapsed once our eyes met and he pressed his lips together in a seal. "Come on, Isla" His arms stretched out to me with a can of beer within his grasp.

Perhaps there were just some things that would never change.

"Let me show you around." Assuming my mum already knew her way around the house, Tom held my hands as we sauntered along the road. Through the entire ten minute walk, i never came across another soul in these streets. The houses were very wide and far apart from each other and there was just this nostalgia that stung my nose in the air.