I awoke to my mother shaking my side violently. The train continued to roll on as my eyes adjusted to the very bright light. The sun was up now and it was shining brightly, it rolled down the hills that had farmland running for miles. Just farms that's all there was, no more city and having many houses and buildings in every direction you turn.

Half an hour passed by and we were finally in the main city for the area, if you can even call it that, it's really small compared to Berlin. Mother and I grabbed all the bags that we brought and headed for the station exit. Father was waiting for us in the parking lot, he had driven up before us with the moving van to make sure that we didn't lose anything or have it stolen like we have in past moves.

All of us hopped in our very small and very old station wagon and started on another hour long venture. I always hated this car, it was extremely uncomfortable, and the seats pretty much felt like rocks but those may be even softer than these. The view outside became farms and vineyards once more before changing once again into the suburbs. I am not at all happy to be living in a place where nothing ever happens, I like the liveliness the city has to offer. There's always something new to do or discover around every corner, and well here people get excited when a new chain restaurant opens up in the local strip mall.

The car stopped and I got out of the death car, looked at the house in front of me and sighed. First off it was a house; I haven't lived in one since I was about six. Also it's in a neighborhood, where there is at least six other replicas of this nearby, nothing is original here and from the outside there is not anything that defines brilliant architecture. Then with all that I had I went inside my very own copy house. The only thing that made me happy was that it was decorated similarly to the apartment that we were living in previously to this.

Suddenly from across the house my mother called out, "Ernst, get over here and start unpacking your stuff!"

I went and obeyed, this room was a perfect square with a closet on the right side of the door and a window overlooking the street on the left. Boxes labeled Ernst were scattered across the floor and my bed was set up on the middle of the back wall. I then began the very long process of taking things out of boxes, which surprisingly is much worse than putting things in them.

Once an hour had passed I was done for the day, having gotten through all of my clothes, books, and art items, I decided that a nap was necessary. I changed into some more comfortable clothes and jump into my bed. It finally hit me that I was entirely alone here; nobody cares about me except for my parents. On top of all that I'm living in suburbia my nightmare is officially real. I stop myself there and force myself to sleep before I'm even sadder than I was previously. Before long the world and the sounds around me fade away and finally, I'm calm.

The sound of my mother screaming my name brought me back to consciousness. It's now 6:00 in the morning, Monday, and I have to go to school in an hour. How in the world did I forget about that? This school was a private, all boys' school and it's highly focused around religion. I don't really know how to talk with guys, it's never been one of my strong suits, I always just talked to girls, and they were just calmer and had much less fighting involved with them. Also we have uniforms here, don't get me wrong I love wearing suits, but not every day.

After much internal fighting over which suit to wear, how to do my hair because it hates me, and how to escape this day, which I came up with nothing besides death. I got dressed, brushed my teeth and headed out for the mile long walk to school because of course there aren't any buses here either. Soon enough I'm there at school. I look up at the tall building, take a deep breath, and enter into another new life for myself. I hope that this one is finally good.