my name is mikey. i've been living in the neighborhood for about five years now, but it was always pretty boring. everyone who lives here has either lived here their entire lives or lived here, moved away, and then moved back.

i come home from school today, listening to music through my headphones before noticing something in the corner of my eye. i glance over, seeing a big moving truck a couple houses down. i pause for a moment, before heading inside my house. my mom greats me at the door, holding a store-bought pie.

"mikey! perfect timing! we have some new neighbors and i want you to deliver these to 'em. maybe they have a kid your age and you can finally make a friend!" she exclaims with a grin and teasing wink.

"gee... thanks mom." i mutter with mocking grin, putting my backpack down and grabbing the pie. i begrudgingly walk back out the door and down the sidewalk. i don't expect the new family to have a person my age and friend worthy.

i walk up to the front door and hesitantly knock on the door. "uhm.... hello? .... i have pie. i call out, trying my best not to sound too uninterested.