There you were, a moving van stopped in front of your new home in Montpelier, to you this had to be one of the most boring places in America, but who were you to say where the family lives?

As you were moving some boxes in, you noticed a girl a bit taller than you grab the back end of the one you were carrying

“Heya, names Halley. i’m across the street.”

She helps you lift the box in, and then your parents shoo you off to go meet Halley.

“Glad this house was sold, last guy who lives here was a piece of work.”

She grinned, to her this move meant she could have a new friend her age.

“So, new kid. what’s your name.. and if you don’t mind me also asking, how old are ya?”