The week flew by faster than I thought probably. I couldn't wrap it around my head. Arizona. I knew Ella thought the same. When it was time to leave Ella had his huge emotional fest with her friends. I heard snippets of the conversation.

"...you have to come…"

"…we'll miss you…"

"…call me…"

I sighed loudly. "Ella, the plane is going to leave us if we stay any longer. Come on," I said impatiently.

After they hugged, had tears, and a total an emotional breakdown we were at the airport. We loaded the stuff on the cargo load and went to get on.

"Flight 23. Flight from Florida to Arizona now departing," the voice came to me as if in a dream. Nothing seemed real but I knew when I stepped outside that it was happening here and now. I snapped to attention as I felt the warm air and squinted at the sun that blinded me.

"I already bought the house so we can just move in," Mom said getting a taxi. "The car will be here in a couple of days and some of the furniture is already there. The neighbors have also invited us over for dinner," she went on but I stop listening. Why would I care about the neighbors? "Max? Max!"

Startled I turned to Mom. "What?"

"I said the neighbors are nice. The Blake's have invited us over and they have two boys your age. Now Mr. Blake has to work late so he won't be at the dinner. And the Mrs. Blake has invited our other neighbors, the Griffin's. Mr. Griffin is also going to be working tonight. They have three children. They have an adopted girl that is eleven. The other two kids are their own. An eight year old and a six year old. When we go over there I hope, no, want you to behave," Mom said firmly. I got in the taxi and watched the sky, wishing that I could fly the entire trip there. As soon as we got there I paused, staring at it. It was two stories and looked big. But that wasn't the only reason I stared. It was white. Completely frickin white!

Mom unlocked the door and went inside, leaving my sister and I to stare. I stared in horror, but unlike me, my sister had an amazed and awed look written all over her face.

I picked up my bags and walked in, going up the stairs.

"Pick your own rooms!" Mom yelled from downstairs.

I knew that Ella was going to pick the best room other than Mom's. I quickly got the biggest before she could and was lucky that the floor was dark brown but other than that it was white.

I dropped my bags and went to find Mom. I found her in the kitchen, putting stuff away.

"Mom? Can I paint my room?" I asked going to do it no matter what she said but I needed to know where the paint was.

"I guess," she said hesitantly.

"Where's the paint?" I asked.

"In the garage. You're not doing that now are you?" she asked worriedly.

"Of course I am. If I see too much white I go insane," I said turning before she could push the subject more. I quickly found some black paint and ran to my room. In two hours my room was pitch black expect for the sunlight that streamed through the window. Most of my stuff was downstairs so I went down to get. Sneaking past, Ella on the way down. I wasn't in the mood to put up with her. Once I got back to my room with all of my stuff I started to unpack. In no time I had black curtains, band posters, bean bags, books, computer, CD's and made my bed. All the stuff was black or red of course.

"Max! Get changed! We're leaving in ten minutes!" Mom yelled.

I sighed before going to my closet. I pulled out a new black shirt and a pair of pants. I quickly dressed, combed my hair and ran down the stairs. Mom was waiting but sighed when she saw what I was wearing.

"What? I changed, didn't I?" I said.

"I guess. I can't tell what you've wore and not because that's all you ware, but this once can't you wear something more…colorful?" she said hopeful.

"Nope," I popped the "p". "Why are we standing here?"

"We're waiting for Ella," Mom answered.

"Great," I said sarcastically. Ella was putting on make-up no doubt. This is going to take a while, I thought. In what felt like forever, but was probably only 5 minutes I went up to get her. No one could stop her from putting make-up on except me, I wonder why? I walked in the see her putting on eyeliner and some lip gloss.

"Yo Ella. If you don't stop, when you get home all of that stuff will be missing," I threatened.

"Fine," she said quickly before running out the door. She thought that she couldn't live without it. I guess that's why, I thought and chuckled following her at a slower pace. Oh well, at least it works, I thought amused.

We walked over to the house next to us and Mom knocked on the door. I heard laughing from inside and footsteps coming to the door. I took a deep breath just as the door opened.