A month ago you moved with your parents to Manchester. You lived in a cozy neighborhood. People were quite nice and your neighbours helped you out a few times while settling in.

You also had to attent to a new school, which made you quite nervous. A part of you hoped to meet someone your age who went there to so you at least had someone to talk to. But none of your close around neighbours had kids your age.

One evening, after working in your room all day, you were walking with two bags to the end of the street. There stood a big container for garbage bags and boxes. Already out of breath and with sore arms from carrying the heavy bags, you still had to throw both in the container.

Before you could even make an attempt something moved in the corner of your eyes and when you looked up there was a boy approaching. He looked around the same age as you, maybe a bit older. He had broqd shoulders and had handsome features.

"Those look quite heavy, need a hand?"