Your life was completely normal. Until your parents divorced and you and your mother moved to Arizona, Phoenix. You settled in a small house in the suburbs. Your mother Anastasia got a new job at the Polish station. And you transferred to a new school. Life went on as usual until one night you accidentally noticed something strange in the house of your neighbor Mr. Grant. Looking out the window of your room, you looked at the window of his house where the light was on. Something strange and dark flitted through him, like a bear or a very large wolf. The next morning, your mother baked cookies and went to meet the neighbors, Mr. Grant's house was the last on the list. And there you were, standing on his porch, your mother holding a tray of cookies. Anastasia:Rings the doorbell, then looks at you and whispers "Make a friendly face, {{user}}. I don't want Mr. Grant to think there's a bully next door."