Before I start this story, I just want to say that it might not be the best story in the world. In fact, it might be really shitty. I would like constructive criticism, but no flaming. Also, this starts kind of slow. Just go with it. Thank you.

Samuel Hernandez looked out of the car for the millionth time at the landscape that was passing by him. He already saw many different landscapes from the scorching hot deserts of the southwestern U.S., to the tall jagged Rocky Mountains, to the Great Plains of the Midwest, to the destination he was headed to; Royal Woods, Michigan. He saw that the town wasn't as small as he thought, but it wasn't big enough to be called a city. He knew that it was in between Flint and Detroit. Samuel didn't like the idea of the crime ridden city being so close to his home. However, his parents assured him that hardly any crime happened in the small town of Royal Woods.

Samuel was a 16-year-old Hispanic male with black hair and brown eyes. He was somewhat tall and was of average built. He also had some muscles; they weren't small, but they weren't big either. He wore a black shirt that said "Grand Canyon State Est. 1912" in red and yellow and had on some jean shorts. He also wore white vans with socks. He wore a pair of glasses and had some stubble growing in. His skin wasn't brown like some other Hispanics. In fact, most people stated that he looked white. Samuel personally didn't care about his race being mistaken.

Samuel still was sad and somewhat irritated that he had to move to a new place. He didn't want to move out of the state, much less, halfway across the country. He had finished his sophomore year of high school in Phoenix, Arizona. His mom was divorced, and he was the only child of the family. Afterwards, she got engaged to a man she met, and they decided to move to the small town of Royal Woods.

When his mother told him about the move, Samuel was in a mood the rest of the day. In reality, he was secretly terrified of having to move to another place. He didn't want to move from all of his friends that he had made at his old school. Sure, he could still keep in touch with them since he had a phone just like most other kids in America; he just didn't want to have to move on and start over at a different high school. After all, he didn't know if the kids at his new school would accept him or not. What if he didn't make any new friends? What if the girls think he is just a nerd? Would anyone even talk to him?

The car started to move slower than it usually did for the past few hours which could only mean one thing; they were arriving at their house. Samuel sighed; partially because he was nervous and partially because he knew he had to help move the stuff into the house. Thankfully, they only had to move their personal stuff; his stepdad had hired movers to move the big, heavy things like furniture.

The car pulled up at the house and Samuel observed it. It wasn't too bad. The house was two stories and was actually quite big. It had two bedrooms; one a master bedroom and the other a regular. He went inside and observed the interior of the house. To the right of him was the door to the garage. To the left of him was the kitchen with a sliding glass door with a medium sized backyard. Upstairs, was the master bedroom and the regular bedroom at the other end of the hall. Next to the regular bedroom was the bathroom and the washer and dryer room. He started to take his personal belongings out of the car and into his room. The movers had finished in about three hours. All they had to move was the couch, refrigerator, washing machine, dryer, beds, tables, and chairs.

It took Samuel a little less than an hour to take everything out of the boxes and put them away. After everything was done, Samuel called to his mom, "Hey mom, I'm going out for a while!". His mother responded "OK! Just make sure your back in time for dinner! School starts next week!"

Samuel cringed. He didn't want to think about school because it made him anxious. Samuel was somewhat popular at his old school. He hated the thought of being one of the snobby rich kids at his school and rejected their invitations to join their group of friends. Instead, he very unorthodoxly hung out with both nerds and the average people at his school. He just couldn't stand the thought of those stupidass gringos who always brag about their mansion or treating the underclassmen and unpopular kids with disrespect. He knew what it was like to not be able to have a lot of money which is part of the reason why he was able to empathize with the nerds and average people.

He made sure to put on a jacket and some jeans since he knew Michigan was freezing compared to the hot as hell 115-degree Fahrenheit days in the summer. That was another reason Samuel didn't want to move. He had despised the cold more so than the hot dry air of Arizona. To give a comparison, Samuel would say that every time he would step outside of a building in the middle of summer in Arizona, it would feel like an oven opened right in front of him that had just finished baking something. With Michigan, however, he felt as if it was the opposite; like a freezer had been opened right in front of him.

He must have walked for about 20 minutes before seeing a location that caught his interests. It was called Gus Game and Grub pizza. Samuel liked arcades and pizza, so therefore he went inside of the building to play some games. Little did he know that this would change his life forever.

So that's the first chapter. Before you people get mad at me, I just want to tell you that yes, the Louds will be involved in this story. You must remember I am just a beginner and I plan for this story to be maybe 10 chapters with probably 2-3 thousand words per chapter.