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Chapter 1: Moving To A New City

Sixteen-year-old Dustin LaRocque had been packing his bags for a while. He was going to move to Iron City, Ohio, and he would spend the remainder of his high school years there.
"All this packing makes me hungry," he said. "Good thing some of my friends will be moving to Iron City as well." He called to his mom. "Mom! Can you come upstairs and help me for a sec?"

"Don't mind if I do." Dustin's mom walked into the bedroom and placed a suitcase onto the bed. Dustin's stomach growled as his mom unzipped the suitcase to check if there were enough clothes in there. "It's about time your father were dressed," she added. Dustin looked down the hall and found his dad looking at himself in the mirror.
"He seems pretty excited today," Dustin said. He went downstairs and helped himself to a handful of rice cakes.

Two hours later, the moving van arrived at the LaRocques' old two-family foursquare home. A "For Sale" sign had already been put up for the left half of the house. All three cars--- Mr. LaRocque's 1999 Toyota Camry, his wife's 2005 Ford Focus, and Dustin's 1988 Nissan Pulsar NX--- were crammed with suitcases, valuables, and memorabilia in the back seats. The furniture was loaded up in the moving van.

The LaRocque family and the moving van drove a lot of miles from their old town, Belleview, Tennessee, to the lively metropolis, Iron City. When they got there, Dustin was surprised.
"The people are animals! Were they born like this?" he asked himself.

A group of four friends noticed the three cars and the moving van stop in front of the LaRocques' new single-family Craftsman bungalow house on Kerrick St. Two burly-looking guys got out of the moving van.
"Man, this makes me sweat all over my body," the African-American guy said. "Can you still handle it, bro?"
"Yeah. I've been working out for a few years." The other guy turned out to be a calico cat. "Let's fill this place up!" The two guys carried the living room couch into the house.
"Hey Clifford, I hope that guy with the long, dark brown hair can go to the same high school as us," Eugene "T-Bone" Reynolds told his three friends.
"It's pretty darn cool to have a new sixteen-year-old on the block," Clifford Howard replied.
"I agree with Clifford," Mac Migliori said.
"That guy looks so handsome," Cleo Farley said with a smile. "I wonder if he plays guitar?"
Dustin carried his guitar case and effects into the house while his mom had the amp and the distortion pedals.
"Hey Dustin," Mrs. LaRocque told her son, "I just wanna tell you that you'll be going to Kilgour High School, which is two miles away from here."
"I hope I get a really good education and make lots of friends," Dustin said excitingly.
"Don't you worry, sweetie. Kilgour High has been rated the #1 high school in Faxon County." Dustin's mom kissed him on the cheek.

Dustin's new bedroom was larger than his room in Belleview. There was enough space for a chest of drawers, a bedside table, a few rock band posters, his bed, his guitar, his keyboard, his TV, his Xbox 360 Elite, his PS3, his Wii, his Nintendo DS, his computer, his school supplies, his PSP, his iPhone, his iPod, his video games, his books and magazines, his drawings, and his memorabilia, including toys he had played with when he was little.
"I am SO ready to spend life in Iron City! Yahoo!" Dustin whooped.
The fun continues in the next chapter.