I sat out on my front porch looking around at the town I now called home. 'God what did what did I do to deserve this?' I thought to myself. A week ago things were good. I was sitting in my room when my mom came in and told me we were moving. So now I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere.

"Something wrong Evee?" my mom asked me as she opened the door to come sweep the porch.

"Like you actually care." I said angrily. She knew I was pissed about living here. I don't see hwy she needs to ask. "This town is so dull. We live on the main road, and I've seen about two cars go by. How am I supposed to make friends when practically no on lives here? I asked

"Oh don't worry about making friends. School starts next weeks. You'll make a ton of friends there." She said putting her broom down to come sit next to me. As she sat down I saw a group of guys that looked about my age walk by.

"I can't believe you couldn't just let me finish eighth grade back home." I said, thinking about my friends. This year was supposed to be our last year together before high school.

Just as I said this, a lady that looked around my mom's age, came up to us.

"Hi I'm Jana Duchamp. I live next door." She said politely.

"Hi I'm Tracey Louten, nice to meet you. This is my daughter Evee." My mom said.

"Hi Evee. I have a son that looks about your age. How old are you?" She asked.

"Thirteen." I replied.

"Oh same as my son." She said. "I have an idea, how about your family comes over for dinner tonight. Another family from town, the Tessios, is coming too. It'll give you a chance to meet some people." She said.

"Oh that sounds great. What time?" My mom asked.

"Around seven." She replied.

"Ok. Seen you then." My mom said as Mrs. Duchamp left.

It was five now so I had two hours to get ready. It was weird; I was actually looking forward to meeting her son, and the Tessios. 'Maybe it wont be so bad here.' I thought as I walked up the stairs.

I went straight into my room and tried to figure out what to wear. Everything I put on just seemed wrong. 'God this is crazy. Why do I care so much? With my luck no one there will be hot anyway.' I thought to myself. I finally decided on a black skirt and a gray tank top. I took my clothes and went to take a shower.

Since I had two hours to get ready, I decided to let my hair air dry. I actually liked my hair. It was light blonde and hung to my shoulder blades. And it dried pin straight. I went and studied myself in the mirror. I wasn't exactly ugly, but I wasn't bombshell pretty either. I had green eyes and pretty tanned skin. No freckles. I hated that, I always thought freckles were cute. I put on a little bit of makeup- bronzy colored eye shadow, light blush, and some lip gloss- I wanted to look natural.

"Evee, come on. We have to go." My older brother Nate called from down stairs.

Nate was seventeen. He's definitely the more serious one in the family. Definitely not like me. I have a little sister two her names Brooke, she's eleven, and starting to act like me more everyday. Which isn't exactly a good thing. It's not like I'm a bad kid or anything, but I like partying a little two much. I have a slight history with drugs but that's a whole different story.

"Coming." I said, and ran down the stairs. My mom, Nate, and Brooke were waiting for me at the door. My dad died a while ago, in the war.

"Everyone ready?" my mom asked. We nodded in reply.