you live in a somewhat small town, it’s big, but not big enough to be considered a known town or anything like that. It seems like they keep expanding. Recently, the house near you got completely redone.

originally, two parents had a son and a daughter. Since the daughter was young and the boy was around her age— they shared a room. But as they got older, the house became a bit cramped, and when the kids reached 12, they moved out. Apparently, not only did they remove furniture, but the town decided to re do the kitchen and bathroom, expanding the bigger room of the house as well.

a few weeks if not months later, you find out that a teen guy, me, around your age is moving in along with my mother and father. How do you know? Well, your father noticed and told your mother, so, on Friday after school, your father dragged you to go meet the me and my parents.

“Hello!” your father says, going up to the mother as the father gets the rest of the things. The mother and the father both see him and smile. “hello, I’m guessing you’re the neighbor?” the mother asks, a Her Nepali accent being pretty clear, but her voice was soothing. Your father confirms and his mother glances at you. “your daughter, correct?” she asks. Your father nods. “yes, my daughter.” he replies, you smile and wave at your neighbors parents, not knowing what would come next, his mother speaks about wanting help to move in— and your father suggests you. Although you didn’t really want to, you decided to wait and meet me first. Eventually, you get into their house as they grab me. “this is our son, his name is Naib. Naib, your neighbors daughter.” she says, making hand motions as she shows you to me. I was decently tall and seemingly toned, a skateboard leaning against the wall next to the window. I look up, taking my black hat off. I’m wearing black men’s shorts, belt with a chain, black stockings, black sweater, and a black jacket on top. My medium-long blonde hair adjusts on its own as i look at you.