"Don't worry sweetie, everything will be fine."

Yeah right, I thought.

How could everything be fine? I was being dragged away from my friends, the people I loved, and some of my family. How could my mother even think to say everything would be alright?

"Yeah, it'll be terrific at this new place. You'll love it, im sure." said my father.

I didn't say anything the rest of the ride to the airport. In fact, I didn't even say anything on the plane. And since we had to make a stop and there were some extra seats on the way, I sat away from them. All the way in the back of the plane to avoid their stares.

Once we got to the Toronto airport in Canada and got everything we needed in the car, we drove to our new home. The entire ride I just stared out the window. After what seemed like hours my father announced we were 'home.'

I was asked to bring in some of the luggage we had brought, and after doing so I went upstairs to pick a room, not even bothering to look around the rest of my new home. I didn't like it all, so why should I take a tour? Anyways, my mom and dad had promised to let me pick my room first since I didn't want to be here. They probably thought it would lighten me up, but I wasn't going to give in.

I walked down the hallway and began to peek into each room. The first one I saw was a large bathroom. I would definitely be making that one mine. I stopped as soon as I had looked at the second room. It was huge. There was already a big bed and flat screen TV inside. I saw another door and looked inside to see it was a closet. A walk in closet. Okay, this room was definitely mine.

I ran out of the room and screamed at the top of my lungs, " I CALL THE MASTER BEDROOM!"

All I heard in response was my fathers' laughter and my mothers' complaint, but she let it go. I went downstairs to grab my stuff to put in my room then went outside into the car to bring in some of my other stuff. While I was grabbing one of my luggage, a hand was suddenly there to help me. I looked up and saw a girl who was smiling at me politely.

"Hi. Thanks for helping me out witht that luggage. Im Bella," I said, holding out my hand.

"Hey, my names Joanne. Im your new neighbor. Its really nice to meet you. Here, i'll help you out with the rest of the luggage."

For the next hour or so, Joanne helped me bring everything I owned up to my room. Afterwards, she was nice enough to help me put away some of my things. During the next few hours, we talked. I told her some of hobbies and interests, and she did the same. It turned out we had a lot of things in common, but we also had a lot of things not in common. It was like 50/50 with us. After we finished some of the unpacking, we went downstairs for a break. We looked around the house together, since I didnt get a chance to earlier.

"Hey, you'e already made a new friend."

"Oh, hey dad. Yeah, this is our neighbor, Joanne. She lives down the street. She was just helping me unpack and stuff."

"Hi sir. Its nice to meet you." siad Joanne.

"You too."

"Well, we're going to out for a bit dad. I'll see you later. Tell mom im leaving."

We walked out of the house. Joanne had said there was a park somewhere near by and that we should go see it and meet up with some of her friends. I told earlier I would go, so I had to stick to my word.

As we were leaving, I noticed a boy sitting outside next door to me. I met his gaze and completely froze.