"Do we really have to?" I asked as I dragged my feet down the steps. I looked around sadly at the empty living room. I felt an arm sling around my shoulder.

"Yes, we do. Time to start anew, Lia," Phoebe, my godmother, comforted. "We're just moving closer to Cole's job since it was relocated. It's just a few towns over."

"Besides, we packed everything and the moving van is right outside," Clara threw in.

"And you can see your friends sometimes on the weekends," Phoebe added.

Clara guffawed, "What friends?" I threw a glare at her. Phoebe gave her a warning look that resulted Clara throwing her hands up in mock surrender. "Just saying…"

Well, she wasn't wrong. I didn't really have any friends here, just acquaintances. Having the power that I have, it made me afraid to make direct eye contact with anyone most of the time. I just stare right in between someone's eyebrows to make it look like I was seeing them eye to eye. People wrote me off as an introvert right off the bat which resulted me being a recluse to my peers. It was a bit better when I got the hang of controlling it.

"We gotta go, sweetie." Phoebe rubbed my shoulder before going out the door with Cole, her husband.

I looked around the room one more time. The place that housed me since I was seven.

"Oh lighten up, Ophelia. It's not the end of the world. Besides, you might finally get yourself a couple friends. Maybe even a boyfriend!" Clara casually stated as I swatted her arm. She laughed before bolting out the door with me hot on her heels.

"I'm going to kill you, Clara!"

Queens was about an hour and a half away from Southampton. The drive felt like an eternity until we drove up to an apartment complex. Cole switched his blinker on and turned right to pull into the parking area.

"This is it?" I asked, turning toward him and Phoebe.

"Yup," She replied with a smile, unbuckling her seatbelt. "Wake Clara up so we can see our new home." She closed the car door as she went to the trunk with Cole to get some stuff out.

Looking next to me, I contained a snort as I saw Clara. Her eyes were closed and mouth hanging wide open. Some of her ginger locks escaped her messy bun. She looks like a bummy hobo. Trying really hard not to laugh, I sneakily took out my phone. Having my camera in self-portrait mode, I made a creeped out face with a finger pointing behind me at Clara and took the picture. I laughed so loud as I looked at the result. This is just too good.

Slipping my phone in my hoodie pocket, I looked back at her.

If you know Clara, this girl can sleep through anything. Like if there was a war going on right outside her bedroom door, she wouldn't even turn over. I even blasted heavy metal music to try to wake her up for her job and nothing! She is basically a rock when she sleeps.

Lifting my right hand, I used my index and thumb fingers to pinch her nostrils shut. With my other hand, I closed her mouth. It may look cruel, but this was the only way I know how to wake her. A few seconds later, she snapped awake. Swatting my hands, she gave me a hard glare.

"We're here," I simply stated as I slipped out of the car and bounded over to the trunk. Slinging on my backpack, I grabbed both of my duffle bags.

"Dad! Ophelia tried to kill me again!" Clara complained as she stomped to where we were. I rolled my eyes.

"You sleep like the dead. That's the only way I can think of."

"You could have just called my name."

"I've tried plenty of times before."

"Girls!" Cole called, grabbing our attention. "Not today please. Clara, we all know you are very difficult to wake up. Ophelia, there are other ways to wake her up," He told us with a firm tone and a warning look in his brown eyes. "Now, we are going to get our key and then see our new home. Sound good?" He asked with a gentler tone. We both nodded.

Grabbing the remainder of the bags, we headed up to the apartment.

"Home sweet home!" Phoebe cheerily stated as Cole unlocked the door.

Stepping inside, the first thing that hit me was the warm beige walls that made the room light up naturally and the birch wood floors were smooth underneath my sneakers. It was really nice which surprised me. I thought apartment rooms would look disgusting and smell strongly of alcohol and cigarettes.

"Oh! I can see it now." Phoebe walked in, placing her bags on the side and standing right at the center of the empty living room. "These walls are such a rich, warm beige! I'm feeling maybe throwing some bright red around. None of that orange-red shade, but more of a true red. Red drapes and maybe the red couch right here. And I might do some white trimming on the walls. Make it look lively yet elegant at the same time. What do you think?" She excitedly asked us.

I can see the ideas whirring around in her mind and that familiar twinkle in her eye. Phoebe is obsessed with interior design. We know not to question anything that's related to sprucing up the place because she usually is right.

"Sounds great honey!" Cole answered. "Can't wait to see the end result." He stepped up beside her, wrapped an arm around her shoulder and gave a kiss on her temple. His phone started beeping as he whipped it out and looked at the message. "Alright! The U-Haul is here! I'm gonna check and help them out."

"Let us know if you need anything!" Phoebe yelled after him. She then turned towards us. "Okay girls so we have a 3-room apartment which means-"

"We have to share a room," Clara cut her off.

"Yes until you get your room and board at NYU for next semester. Did you think of what to major in yet?"

Clara nodded with a grin, "Information technology with a minor in biochemistry. Not sure if I want to double major since this will be my first semester. Also, I have that internship with Stark Industries in the IT department."

Phoebe threw a thumbs up her way as she walked away to answer her phone.

"Stark Industries?" I piped in. She nodded. My mind immediately flashed back to the fight at the airport. "Cool. You get to meet Stark and stuff?"

"Highly doubt it. Pepper Potts is CEO now. Besides, I just work in the IT department. I don't think he really cares about stuff like that anymore and he's Iron Man." She threw me a 'duh' look.

I shrugged, "You never know."

"Girls! Time to get your butts downstairs. Those boxes aren't gonna move themselves!" Phoebe called as she hung up her phone and headed out the door as we followed after her.

Maybe things will be different here.

A fresh start.

Long time no see!

Yes, I am alive and finally updated! I am so sorry for keeping you guys waiting for an update with this story. I've just haven't had any creative juices flowing, but since I saw the new trailer for Spiderman: Far from Home, everything changed!

I am proud to say that I will also post another update sometime next week. Just fixing up some issues with it.

I know there isn't any Peter in this chapter, but don't worry! He'll come sooner than you think!

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!

Until next time!

-YoullBeAvenged