"Did you see a box that had CD's written on it in BIG red letters?" I couldn't find the box I was looking for anywhere.

"Nope. Try looking in the truck, lazy." God, why did Maria have to be such a smart ass all the time? Her (dyed) black hair almost whipped me in the face as she spun to go back out to the truck. I didn't want to go back out to the truck with our new neighbors staring us down and the ape men that drove the truck here. Weren't the movers suppose to bring our stuff in?

I didn't want to be here. Sure the house was nice and all but I miss our old house and all my friends. My life to this point was spent in Long Island. I guess that isn't much. Only fourteen years...but I wasn't use to change. My dad is a cop and his job moved him here. There wasn't much going on where we're from, so he was transferred here, to Gotham.

"Adrian!!!" Oh god, what do they want? "Are you going to help or sit on your butt and let us do all the work?" Hehehehe that's a hard question.

"Let me get back to you on that!" I thought it was funny but I guess my mom didn't. She was a skinny little Italian woman with a short temper. Dropping a heavy box on the floor after coming in, she looked up at me with a red face.

"Oh hell no. What do you think this is?!" A little boney finger poked at my chest. I had about 2 inches to her 5'1 height. I knew she ment business and I didn't feel like getting on her bad side so I decided I might as well help out...a little.

The ape men carried in all the heavy furniture and we brought in the boxes. Maria seemed to have a million boxes, I swear! My brothers' Angelo, Tony and Frankie were helping her get all her junk in. I'm sure as hell not helping her. She's been giving me a nasty attitude for the past few days and that will just not do. I'll just take my stuff to my room and be done with it.

I didn't have too many boxes. Unlike the rest of my family, I only kept around what I wanted or needed. That's all. Besides the basement, there were only two floors in our house. My bed was already set up in one of them on the second floor. Finally, I get to have my OWN room! No more Maria taking up the entire room with her junk! This is going to be great...I guess.

My room was a cute little minty greenish-blue color with a fluffy dark blue rug. There also was a little bathroom connected to it too. Maybe this whole moving thing won't be so bad?

All my boxes were set in the corner of my room where I planned on leaving them till my mom bitches at me to unpack. Till then, it doesn't matter to me.

I can hear Frankie in the room next to mine. He was a little over a year older than me. So is Maria on account of them being twins. Frankie was a man-diva with blond tips. He always wore tight jeans and a preppy shirt. "Ow! Bitch uh." Clumsy fruit basket. Probably trying out his little cat-walk again. These usually end up badly since he has no balance.

The box labeled "bedding" was the first one torn open. Have to do it sooner or later so what the hell. It seemed like the day was going by quick now that we're all getting settled in our rooms. I figure I'll just lay in bed till someone makes me get up. Buttttt till then I'll be here,

Suddenly, a pillow smacked right into my face. "What the...." Angelo was standing over me. He was the oldest of us, 18 now.

"Ayo, mom wants us down for dinner." One thing this big brute liked was messing with his younger sibling.

"No. Go. Away. I'm not hungry." No point in arguing with the guy. To me, he was an ape. A big guy, with a big mouth, and a tiny brain. Mom likes sending him up after us cause she knows he'll get the job done.

"That sucks but you're coming down just like everyone else. I already made my runs around the rooms and you're my last job." Damn, he already got everyone else on the list. Being the smart person I am, I just followed him downstairs without giving him a fight like most of the others did, especially the youngest, Tony. He's a smart mouth little punk.

When I got downstairs, everyone was sitting down at the table including my dad. He was in his late fourties and started balding. Don't get me wrong, he was a tough guy. He'd lay a smack down on all of our asses.

No one really said much. We were all pretty tired after a long days work of unpacking (heh). As soon as I was done, I put my dishes in the sink and headed up tp my room for some much needed sleep...