The air whizzed past me as I sped home, relieved that it was finally Friday. The school year had only started a few weeks ago, but I was already sick of it.

My backpack was stuffed with homework, and my muscles ached from practice. I kept reminding myself that this was my last year—just one more, and then I could get out of this town.

All I had on my mind was getting home and hopping online to play some games with my friends. But as I pulled into my driveway and took off my helmet, something caught my attention—the moving truck next door.

That old house had been sitting with a "For Sale" sign in the yard for two years. The yard was overgrown, the paint was peeling, and I never thought anyone would actually buy it. Yet, here they were, moving in.

"Great… now we have neighbors," I muttered in annoyance, getting off my motorcycle and setting my helmet aside.

I walked inside, shutting the door behind me. My mom was making dinner, my dad was glued to his computer, and my annoying sister was giggling with her friend on the phone.

Heading upstairs to my room, I tossed my backpack onto my bed before walking to my window. I pushed it open and sat on the windowsill, lighting up a cigarette. It wasn’t something I did often, but right now, I just needed to relax.

Then, I heard a squeaky window across from mine slide open. Turning my head, my eyes widened as I saw her—a girl about my age. Our eyes met.