Riley Andersen stood at the edge of her driveway, staring at the unfamiliar moving truck parked in front of her family's new house. The summer sun beat down, casting long shadows from the towering oak trees that lined the street. It was the first day in her new neighborhood, a quiet suburban cul-de-sac far from the bustling city life she had known.

She took a deep breath, clutching her well-worn soccer ball, the only thing that felt familiar in this sea of change. Memories of her old friends, the vibrant city parks, and her favorite ice cream shop filled her mind. But as the moving crew bustled around her, Riley knew she had to find a way to make this place her home.

"Hey there! Need any help?" a cheerful voice called out, breaking her reverie. Riley turned to see a girl about her age, with a wide grin and a skateboard under her arm, standing at the end of the driveway.

"I'm Riley," she said, managing a small smile.