"Ugh!" William groaned as he was looking out into the frozen window. "It's been night forever. I HATE the cold and I really HATE the dark, and look outside. It's cold and dark."
William's mom comforted him saying, "Come on honey. I'm sure you'd get used to the weather."
"I don't understand why we had to move here. Especially when it's winter!"
"I've told you a million times. I got a new job here and plus. New York isn't safe, you almost got kidnapped there."
William's mom was right. He was almost kidnapped. It was one of the scariest experiences William had.
"I guess you're right," William said in defeat. With nothing else to do William decided to go outside and gaze upon the tall snowy trees.
William got his winter coat, boots, beanie, and scarf then headed out. The snow crunched under William's boots. He walked down a small hill with each step in the snow getting deeper and deeper.
William found a tree stump that reached just above the snow. William walked towards the tree stump and sat down. William looked up and admired the tall spruce trees.
That was William's favorite thing about Alaska. He imagined the trees as being giants who watch over you every day. As William was looking at the trees a small gust of wind breezed by.
William shivered even with his winter coat on. There William sat in the cold and in the dark hoping that one day he would get used to Alaska.