"This is so unfair," Ella grumbled, as she hauled a card board box labeled "kitchen" into the house.

"Tell me about it," I agreed.

"Oh, come on girls. Put on a happy face," Mom said, trying to make the best out of our situation.

"I think I left it at the other house," I mumbled.

"I think Dad took it when he moved in with that tramp." Ella sighed.

"Well," she said, pausing, "I think both of you girls need to be quiet and keep unpacking," Mom said as she lifted another box and glared at us over her shoulder.

Ella and I glanced at each other, instantly feeling guilty. We both knew how upset Mom was about this, not that she'd admit it. Dad had cheated on her with some twenty year old slut who jogged by our house everyday, then gave up the family for that bitch too. We moved because none of us wanted to live in the house where his memories haunted.

So, not only did we leave our home, not only did we leave our school district, but we moved from one end of the US to the other.

"Hey guys, lighten up on Mom. She's doing her best," Iggy said, as he came out of the house. For the first time in his whole life, he seemed to actually care about another human being.

"Since when do you care?" Ella said, reading my mind.

"Since I heard her sniffling in the kitchen."

"Oh," she said quietly.

I grabbed the last box from the car and slammed the trunk shut. In the house, I set the box down and walked into my new room.

I knew Mom was hurt. I knew she was upset, hey, maybe she was even broken. A cheater could break her heart in half. But I wasn't sure. Were they even in love? They didn't act like it. They always fell onto different pages, acted different, avoid each other as much as possible it seemed.

But anyway, I knew if she was that upset, she'd want to be alone. She was more of the comfort-er than the comfort-ie.

My room had four white walls, it wasn't big but it wasn't little, either. My bed leaned against a wall, by the window and my dresser sat by my closet. Lastly, boxes were stacked against the wall.

Well, time to make it myroom, I thought.

A week passed and the chaos calmed. We were all unpacked and settled in. Mom started her new job as a vet nurse today, and she should be home any minute.

"Do you think she brought home a pet?" Ella asked, excitedly.

"What? No. Why would she bring home a pet?"

"Well... she's a vet... and she might have got a welcome fish or something."

"Oh, the fourteen year old mind," I said shaking my head.

"Hey! At least I can cook, Ms. Sixteen Year Old," she smirked as she stirred something in a pot.

I rolled my eyes, "I bet it tastes awful," I said leaving the room.

"Why?"

"Because, I just saw Iggy using that spoon to kill a spider," I called, earning a scream of disgust from Ella.

As I passed the front door, it swung open.

"Oh, hey, Mom! How was it?" I asked, as she pulled me into a hug

"Hi, Sweetie! It was great! Guess what? One of the doctors there is our next door neighbor! Can you believe it? Anyway, we got to talking and he has two kids your age! So we decided it'd be fun to introduce you guys. So, tomorrow he and his family are going to come over and have a barbeque and go swimming!'

"Oh... uh, great! Sounds fun..."

"I thought so! I'm going to tell the others."

"Okay," I called as she turned he corner.

Fun, fun, I thought, sighing.