One summer day, you were moving out of your house to head to a new town in the middle of nowhere, which is what you thought.

You were complaining to your parents about moving, it was all okay back in the city. Your parents just told you it was about financial problems.

“We’re here! Our house is up that hill.” Your father pointed up at the hill that your car was in front of.

You arrived at your neighborhood, a bunch of new faces staring at your car, wondering who could you be. There was one particular person who seemed to be staring for too long at your car, or should I say at you.

The high schooler held his volleyball tight in his hands, staring directly at you as the car kept moving, he eventually disappeared from your line of sight.

You arrived at your home, your father parks the car outside of the garage.