I hate moving. I never did like it, and I never will. You have to pack up all your stuff, tell your friends goodbye, put it in a moving truck that probably is very bumpy and damages things, and then you have to UNPACK it after a long drive. Then you have to go to a new school that you don't know and have to deal with being that new kid. I hated it. I don't even know anything about this Indian village! I love Indians, I really do, I just don't know anything about them.

I don't see how my brother, Zane, is so happy about it. He's bouncing in his freaking seat! I began cursing him and then laid back to go to sleep. Zane is my twin brother. He has brown hair, green eyes, and he's taller than me. I guess I didn't even tell you about myself. Oops.

I am Zoe, Zoe Clark. My hair is a chocolate brown to my shoulders, straight and usually in a ponytail. I have emerald eyes that are great for glaring, and believe me, I do it often. My skin is pale, but I have a light tan on now. Next to the Indians though, I'll be like a vampire. I wonder if they're real. I mean, people tell me they aren't, but does that mean I can't wonder? Didn't they tell Columbus he'd sail off the Earth and die painfully, but he still found America didn't he? Anyway, I'm 13.

My Mom is Lilly. She had light brown hair that went to her rib cage. Her eyes are plain brown though. She has paler skin than me, and every compliments her on it.

My Dad is David. He yells, and he's only affectionate to Mom and Zane. He hates me. Sometimes he hits me, but he always yells and makes fun of me. I try not to let it get to me, but it hurts. He has black hair with green eyes, and he's tall. He's also strong.

He knew I had friends and Zane didn't, so he made us move to spite me. I hope I can make friends, but I refuse to move again. I really do miss my friends, even though I only had two. Elli was the animal lover, and she hated people. Ally was my other friend, violent but she loved football. However, we all didn't get along with guys. Girls we sometimes got along with, but mostly we stuck to ourselves. I liked hanging out with guys, since I don't mind people like them, so I had guy friends. We were just friends, no dating. I never fell in love.

I didn't notice we were there until Zane shook me awake. "Sis... WE'RE HERE!" He yelled in my ear. I hopped up and glared, and then I went back to sleep. I felt him sigh and pick me up. He's pretty strong, and I'm super skinny. I have some condition that makes me like that. Anyway, he carried me inside gently, letting the sweet side show. I peeked my eyes open to see a bland, pale yellow living room. The kitchen, from what I saw, was green. That's all I saw before he laid me on the couch and let me rest.

I woke up an hour later, stretching. I got up and went upstairs since I was told the bedrooms were up here. Zane was there grinning. "I got the big room! That's yours." He pointed to a door and I nodded.

I loved my room. It was small, with dark walls that were a blue/ black mix. The floor was creaky, old, black wood. I loved it. Then the dresser was the same as the floor, and so was my new bed. It was tiny, but I liked it. The sheets were blue, and the pillows were white. I shrugged and pulled out some posters to hang up. Mainly, I put up Paramore, Green Day, Flyleaf, and Evanescence. They were my favorites. I then hung up some pictures of my friends back home, and I wrote their numbers at the bottom. I really like my room.

I screamed "I LOVE MY ROOM!" at the top of my lungs, and then walked out calmly. Zane grinned at me, practically saying, 'I picked it out for you'. I tackled him in a hug before running to find Mom.

She was in the kitchen, which was plain. The whole house was actually boring to me, so I won't pain you by describing it. "Hey, Honey." She said, smiling. "The neighbors are very nice. They invited us to a bonfire later!"

I grinned. "Okay, I can't wait!" I then walked back to my room, trying to avoid David. I didn't want to be hit. I acted tough, but I was terrified of him. I just didn't want to see him. But just as I sneaked to my door, I heard him say,

"Zoe. Do you know your brother had to drag your lazy *** outta the car?" He said, stomping up beside me. I looked down. He grabbed my hair roughly, and forced me to look at him. I glared. He punched me in my eye and slapped me, making my yelp. "YOU DIDN'T EVEN SAY THINK YOU! I DON'T SEE HOW HE DOESN'T KILL YOU, YOU UNGRATEFUL *****! I WOULD'VE A LONG TIME AGO, IF YOUR MOTHER'D LET ME!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.

"DAD!" I screeched. "GET OFF ME!" He hit me again, and then opened my door and threw me on the floor. "I hate you!" I pulled myself to my bed and cried my eyes out. I always did this after a hit. It makes me cry, thinking of all the kids that had dads that loved them and protected them. If Mom wasn't here, I would've died long ago, or ran away. She knew about the abuse, but she couldn't do anything. I told her not to, that he'd hurt her too.

A soothing hand gently rubbed my back. I jumped up and looked at Zane, smiling lightly. At least I have the best brother ever. I tackled him in a hug, sobbing. "Ssh, it's okay. How bad is it this time?" He asked, gently pushing me forward to see my face. He frowned at the slap mark and the black eye. "Oh, that'll be hard to hide. What's our excuse?"

"We were wrestling and you accidently hit me. No big deal." I said, shrugging. I made sure to sound like I was talking to someone else. He smiled sadly. I hugged him again. "I love you, bro."

"And love ya too, sis." He answered, hugging me tighter. "Now, let's go to that bonfire!" I nodded and put on some fresh clothes.