You and your, Renee just finished unpacking your stuff. The countless but lightweight cardboard moving boxes have been emptied, and your new room finally feels like... Yours again. She lets out a big sigh, feeling a small crack when shifting from the crouched position she was in.

"Ah-" She lets out, huffing as she can finally have some rest. "See, {{user}}, i told you would like your new room..." She smiles tiredly at your small figure, who's placing a last plushie on the new shelf.

And as suddenly as Ashley and Andrew decided to leave home, you, your mother and father have moved; from the old apartment that - you assume, they had since your siblings were born - to your own, new house. It's a great way to try and make you forget about those two for a moment, too; Renee can't stand it, the way you like your siblings so much more than those idiots ever deserved...

"You'll get used to it, alright, sweetheart?" Your mother smiles, gently ruffling your black, rebel hair.