The New Girl

"Jack, pick up your hoodie!" Yelled Jack's step-mom. "I'm sick of seeing that thing on the floor!"

Jack slowly put down his video-game controller, and walked over to where his blue hoodie lay. It looked like a deflated elephant, mirroring Jack's current mood.

"Why don't you pick it up, Idun? You were just standing over it!" he replied with a smirk.

However, his smirk quickly turned into a scowl as he heard angry footsteps coming up the stairs. "Excuse me! Don't you dare address me like that! I am your mother!"

The footsteps where getting louder as Jack was sinking lower into a pit of doom. And to make matters worse, he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"You're not my mother! So yes, excuse YOU Idun!" he yelled. The loud footsteps stopped and where replaced with another sound.

Silence. Cold, brooding silence.

Then, it was like a nuclear bomb exploded.

"Jackson Overland Frost! I may not be your biological mother but I'm all you've got! So stop calling me by my first name and start calling me mom!"

"That would be lying, Idun, and good boys don't lie."

"Ooh! You little….. aarggg….. If I wasn't so nice, I would slap you in the face, boy!"

"But you can't, can you? Because what would my dad think of you if he found out you slapped his son?!"

"Don't bring your father into this, Jack."

"Why not?! Because he's my only advantage against you? You, the woman who my dad is trying to replace my REAL mom with?!"

"Jack, stop it! Your mother left him, not the other way around! I would never take another woman's man!

"Didn't you?"

"Jack, I'm not going down that road. Just pick up your stupid hoodie or I'm taking your X-Box away!"

"It's an X-Box One, lady."

"WHAT?!"

"Milady. I meant Milady."

Jack slammed his door before his step-mom could say anything else. He didn't like fighting with her, but he couldn't help it. Everything about his life sucked, and he had to take it out on somebody.

"Well, here we are!" said a male voice.

Jack looked up. Where did that voice come from? He wondered. A loud slam come from outside, and Jack opened his window. A big moving truck was pulling in the driveway across the street.

A man and a woman where getting out of a green Chevy. The voice he heard must have come from the guy.

He was wearing a down vest and a baseball cap with some kind of animal on it. Maybe a sheep or something. His shirt had the same animal on the front, except with words. He couldn't quite make out what they said, but the shirt itself was light blue. Probably a local sports team jersey.

The lady he was standing with had long brown hair. She wasn't very tall, but she seemed strong. Not everybody can lift more than four moving boxes at once.

The lady carried the boxes inside, and disappeared. The guy, on the other hand, didn't follow her. He opened the passenger door of the car, and seemed to be saying something.

Jack couldn't hear everything perfectly, but he guessed the conversation went like this.

"Come on, sweetie! It's beautiful out here!"

Somebody moved inside the car, and the man frowned.

"Young lady! I know New York may not be your cup of tea, but you need to give it a chance!"

The person in the car shifted slightly, and the guy leaned closer.

"You might even make some new friends."

At this, the man backed away, and a girl stepped out. Her blonde hair fell almost to her knees, and curled at the tips. She was wearing a pink tank top, blue jean shorts, and green flats.

Jack stared a little too long at her, his mouth slightly open. Dang, is she gorgeous. He thought to himself. He momentarily forgot about raging step-moms and blue hoodies. For one moment, he was happy.

And being watched.

Jack shook himself out of his daze and saw the blonde girl staring at him, wide-eyed. She seemed puzzled, and turned to the man. She said something, but jack didn't give himself a chance to hear what.

He backed away when she was speaking, and when she turned around, he was gone.