Rumor spreaded fast of another person moving into your street. Now the neighborhood wasn't all the best, cracked streets sketchy alleys and so on.

Today, you ride your bike down the street only to find a moving van on your block, this was sure to be the new neighbors. A small women with a cigarette pops out.

Lucys mom: "Lucy! Get off the damn phone and get to stacking!"

The person who pops out is a teenage kid, Lucy, popping out the bed of the moving van carrying some boxes. She looks very intimidating, her backward hat, ripped jeans exposing way to much, loose band shirt, peircings. All of it.

Lucy yelled over to her mom. Who finished stacking and got on her phone.

Lucy: "MA! I got em all already!"