━━━━━ ELLIE NEWMAN SAT in the back of the small car, her mother and father sat in the front. Her father sat in the driver's side driving them back home from a party that had been hosted by Charlie and Renee Swan. Her mother sat in the passenger side staring intently at her father.

Snow had covered the majority of the grass, while various size sheets of ice covered different parts of the roads. The eleven-year-old sat in the back set behind her father as the two adults continued to argue back and forth.

She was ignoring the conversation but from what she had gathered it was about her father. The girl despised the fighting that always arose between them in different situations. She never understood why they needed to fight, let alone fight so much. The only thing she had dreamed of was for the fighting to end, she only wanted peace and quiet.

The small girl lifted her feet up off the ground, pulling them up to her chest while her mother Monica continued to argue with her husband who continued to drive on the road, even though he wanted to pull over so they could get the conversation straightened out and not have to continue it.

Ellie turned her head to look out the window seeing the snow pick up its pace, continuing to get worse with each passing minute. She focused on the snow even though the shouting could still be heard, there was nothing she could really do about their fight.

A man drove his truck on the other side of the road, trying to keep an eye on where he was going, given that it wasn't really safe to be out. Suddenly his car was being pulled into the right lane, he gasped, tightening his grip around the steering wheel attempting to turn the car away from the oncoming car.

He failed to keep the car from hitting the Newman's car, but sadly that did not happen. His car came in contact with the Newman's, Ellie closed her eyes keeping the shut tightly while her mother grasped watching the car crash into them. Ellie's screams filled the air as both cars pushed off the ground slightly, then falling back down to the ground.

The brunette lifted her head up, looking around the scene and silence filled the inside of the car. The brunette lifted her head up from her legs as silence filled the car, opening her eyes, she saw her parents head's lowered. Unbuckling herself she moved out of her seat looking at her parents.

"Mom, dad?" The voice called out, moving forward towards the edge of her seat.

Her hand fell onto her mother's shoulder, she moved her shoulder seeing if it would get a response from her mother but nothing happened. She looked over to her father seeing blood dripping down his face.

The tears pushed down her face, the brunette moved back towards her seat pulling her legs up to her chest, continuing to cry. The eleven year-old girl didn't know what to do, or what had really happened in the seconds leading up to the accident. Almost ten minutes after the accident happened, police, ambulances, and fire trucks started to arrive at the scene.

Ellie didn't bother to look around when she heard the sirens. Charlie Swan had been called away from his home to go to the scene of the accident, he knew nothing. But, when he arrived he noticed the familiar car that had been totaled.

"There's a kid in the back. We got her mother to the hospital, she's going into surgery. Her father on the other hand was killed upon impact. She won't move out of the car, maybe you can get her out." The officer said, looking at Charlie.

He only nodded in response, walking towards the car, stopping in front of the door he opened it, looking to see the Newman's daughter. He sighed, lowering his head, as she lifted her head up from her legs looking over at Charlie. Charlie lifted his arms up holding them out to her, she moved towards him climbing into his arms placing her head on his shoulder, a few more tears falling down her face.

"There you go, El. You're gonna be alright, let's get you checked out." Charlie spoke, carrying the girl away from the scene.

She always loved going to Charlie's house to spend time with them, her parents were good friends with Charlie and Renée, and around the time of Ellie's birth they named them the God Parent's of Ellie in case anything ever happened to them. If Ellie's mother didn't make it out of surgery Charlie would go to the adoption agency to adopt her as his own and raise her.

A few days had passed since Ellie and her parents had been in the car accident. The driver that had been in the other car had made it out with a few injuries, Ellie's dad had died on impact, while Ellie's mother had died in surgery. The brunette lost both her parents on the same day but gained new ones and a part of her couldn't be more than happy.

Snow had since disappeared, rain taking its place meaning that her parents funeral would be in the rain. Which would only mean that Ellie's parents' funeral would be even more miserable than she anticipated. Ellie stood next to Charlie under the umbrella as they watched the pastor speak about her parents.

Ellie only ignored the pastor, as she began to think what her life would be like with Charlie as her adoptive father in just a few short days. She would be able to finish school and actually have her own book store. Ellie was more than thrilled to not have to follow in her parent's footsteps anymore, she knew it was part of the reason why they fought so much.

But nonetheless that part of her life didn't matter. Even though she was only eleven, she had the ability to move on and forget about her parents. But a part of her didn't want to, so she promised herself that she would come to visit them whenever she needed to talk or needed advice or something along the lines of that.

And she made it a habit of hers with Charlie dropping her off until he could finally drive, however she chose to not get a car because of what happened to her parents. The fear of being in another car accident scared her until her adult age. Because of that she would either get dropped off at work by Charlie or walk. However for Ellie things were only just beginning in her life and it was something she wasn't prepared for.