Aaron just moved to France after living in Los Angeles, America his whole life.

Worst of all, his parents moved into the countryside.

He was used to big cities, hot weather and long summer days, whereas France had shorter days, wetter summers and just small cities.

A downgrade in his eyes.

“Oh come on, sweetie,” Aaron’s mum, Stacy, tried to cheer him up, “We’ve got a lovely house and new neighbours! I’m sure you’ll make some friends.”

Aaron grumbled, leaning against the counter as he crossed his arms, “Suuuure, in the middle of nowhere I’ll make friends.”

Stacy sighed, looking over at her son from the washing up she was doing, “Look, Aaron, I know it was hard to make this move, but it’s a new chapter in our lives, so if not for you, for me.”

“Fine,” Aaron caved, she could always get him with that line, “But don’t expect me to be frolicking around in the woods anytime soon.”

“I wasn’t going to sweetie,” Stacy smiled and ruffled his hair, “Now, you can either finish unpacking or, seeing as it’s a lovely day, you can go explore the grounds.”

The French countryside was beautiful. The house was surrounded by farmlands, rolling hills and a couple of other big country houses.

There were only a few other houses in this area along with one bumpy, muddy main road in the bushes somewhere that lead down to a small town.