Prologue Max's POV.

"Why do we have to move Mom?" I asked. I hated moving. We had never moved, but now that we had, I detested it with all my heart.

"I already told you Honey," my Mom began, "My boss decided that we didn't have enough people coming to the clinic, so she decided to move us here."

"Augh," I said.

"You'll get used to it Max." my younger sister Ella told me. "I know you have trouble making friends, but you'll like it eventually."

I gave her a look that said, "So not helping", and she shut up.

"We're here!' my Mom said. We had been driving to our new home. I got out of the car and stomped up to my room. My bed had already been moved in, and most of my stuff had been unpacked. I feel onto my bed. "Don't stay up to late, Max," my Mom called up to me. "You have school tomorrow remember." I rolled over, and moaned into my pillow.