You never wanted to move to Trolberg. Yeah, sure, you had to move since your Dad got a well paying job here but, despite how many times your parents kept telling you "You're gonna love it here." and, "It's not as bad as you think.", it wasn't the town that was the problem. You we're leaving behind all the friend's you made, and making new one's isn't exactly your strong suit. Hopefully that would be different here.

After helping you parent's unload the furniture into the house, you sit on the steps, drinking some lemonade until you run out. Luckily, some blue haired girl wearing a beret show's up infront of you.

"Need some more?" She says with a smile, holding a pitcher of lemonade in her hand. "Oh, my name's Hilda by the way. You're new, right?"