Disclaimer: I don't own anything. At all.

So, the first couple are a little rough, bear with me.

I sighed as I looked up at my new "house." How long my mother would stay with this guy, I wasn't sure. Judging by the size of the house, (mansion really) I'd give him a year and a half tops.

"What do you think, Chlo?" Michael asked, putting an arm around my shoulders and calling me by a nickname I'd told a million times I disliked.

I shrugged him off, "I'm thinking that this time next year I won't be seeing you around anymore," and walked away, amused by his confused face.

You see, ever since my dad died 4 years ago, my mom has been dating. A lot. However, they never last long, to my relief. Unfortunately, even though the guys never stick around long, my mom gets attached right from the getgo and we move in with the current guy, resulting in us moving around a lot. Our current move was from North Dakota to California.

Since we move around so much, I don't make friends easily, considering that I don't want to. Nothing is wrong with me, people try to be friends with me, I just don't let them.

I don't want people around bringing all their problems and drama that I have to pretend to care about. My mom and her constantly changing boyfriends was enough problems, thanks.

"Chloe, darling!" my mom screeched, bringing me out of my thoughts.

Great.

"Chloe darling," she started, putting extra emphasis on "darling."

"Tonight Michael is throwing us a party so that we can meet some of the neighbors and some of his friends and their family."

There goes any chance of hiding in my room for the rest of my life, I thought.

"And I'll also appreciate if you at least try to be social," my mom continuted, oblivious to the fact that I could care less as to what she was saying.

"So, what do you say Chloe?" my mother asked, finally ending her rambling.

I sighed before answering, "I'll try to be on my best behavior."

"Thank you sweetheart," my mom replied, beaming, "I just know that you'll have so much fun tonight.

"Oh, yes, it will be so much fun." "And than later we can all join hands and sing songs around a camp fire, I said rolling my eyes as my sarcasm was ignored.

"Whatever," I mumbled, put out that my sarcasm was gone unnoticed to the fact that my mom and Michael felt the need to act like high schoolers and make out.

In front of me I might add.

As if today couldn't get any worse.

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