It's the 90s.

Moved from the city to a sunny, disgustingly-preppy place called Winter River.

That's what happened with the Deetz's.

For a girl like Lydia, it's hard. Not because it's cold. Not because of the move. Not because she left her friends behind- wait- what frien- nevermind. It's because of the looks she gets when she walks around, wearing black. Black was always on her, all the shade tones. Goth. And living in the sticks while goth? Not the best thing.

But Lydia doesn't care.

Those preppy girls can go shove a stick up their a-

"LYDIA!" A voice rang out. Delia. Her stepmother. Lydia rolled her eyes and walked over, a camera hanging from her neck. "What?" She grumbled. "Come, come, come, come, come, child! Meet our new neighbours!" Delia exclaimed while her dad, Charles, just shrugged it off and did what all dads do. Pretend they're doing something. So while Charles put a finger to his chin and 'hm'ed at the luggage he was supposed to unpack, Lydia had to meet her new neighbours.

Not one was goth. Like, at all. Just a ball of sunshine for a family. Well, not really, the mother was a narcissist and a bit judgy..