I hate moving. It's such a hassle, and something always get lost or broken. Plus it usauly means we have to redecorate the whole house. My mom is never happy with our house, ever.

The only good thing about it, is that I don't have to worry about fitting in or what people think of me, because we never stay anywhere long enough for it to be a problem.

You see my dad's in the millatary, so he gets transfered alot. when I was little I would always break down in tears when we moved, but after awhile I got used to it and by the time I was in third grade I no problem with only staying in a place long enough to learn everyone's names, and then moving to the other side og the country.

I had alot of fun with it in middle school, I would always change my style to see the other kids reactions, the funniest was when I pretended my family were vodo priests, I actually bought a book on vodo, just so I would know how to "curse" people who annoyed me.

Of course that all stoped when I figured out that the best person to be was me. Cheesey I know, but it's still true.

I looked out the car window just in time to see the town's welcome sign.

'Welcome to Whitechaple' it read. Oh joy,it's one of those towns. You know, the really nice small town that nobodys ever herd of. There always the worst, either everyone wants to be your friend, and leaving is full of teary eyed goodbyes and promises to stay in touch, which are never kept, or nobody wants anything to do with you. Either way it's never any fun.

"You okay pumpkin?" my dad asked, "you've been so quiet."

"Fine daddy," I said, "I was just thinking about...well, you know."

"Oh Katie, don't be sad," my mom said, "This is the last time we promise."

"That's what you always say," I muttered. I went back to looking out the window and turned on my iPod.

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"We're here," my dad said cheerily.

"Great," I said sarcasticly. The house was victorian era, with two stories, it was really quite beutifull.

"So what do you think?" dad asked.

"Oh it's beutifull!" mom said.

"Whatever," I said, I didn't really care what the outside looked like, we won't be here long so what does it matter? I grabbed my duffle bag and walked inside.

"I'm guessing we beat the movers," my mom said. The house was completly barren, but I didn't mind. It wasn't like my family entertained much.

"Where's my room?" I asked.

"Any room upstairs," my dad said, "Take your pick." I ran upstairs and started wieghing my options, I had three rooms to chose from. I went for the largest one, it met all my qulafications and had a nice veiw of the front yard.

Once we had unloaded the car and were all setled in, or as settled as you can get with no furniture, we made dinner. My family had this wierd tradition that when we first moved into a house we would all help make dinner, regardless of the fact that me and my dad are horrible cooks.

We were just getting everything out when there was a knock at the door. I sighed, time to meet the nieghbors.

"I'll get it," mom said. I wanted to tell her to ignore it, no good ever came from nice nieghboors, ever.

How do I know it's the nieghboors coming over to welcome us to the nieghborhood? Simple, nobody else has ever knocked on the door the first night we move in.

I followed my mom out to the foyer, might as well see what I'll be dealing with. I just had to hope they weren't like our nieghbors in Oaklahoma... I still have nightmares about them. It turned out to be a family of three, like us, they even had a son my age.

My mom welcomed them in, And they introduced themselves as the Does.

"Hi I'm Rory," the boy said, he had longish blonde hair and blue eyes, he also smiled alot.

"Katie," I said. There was a loud bang from the kitchen.

"What was that?" Rory asked.

"My dad," I said. My mom rushed into the kitchen.

"Will he be okay?" he asked.

"I don't know," I said, "but I'm sure he's been through worse." Rory gave me a funny look at that, " He's in the millatary," I explained, but he still didn't seem to understand.

"So Katie, are you looking forward to going school?" Mrs. Doe asked.

"Er...yeah sure," I lied, who in their right mind would be excited for school?

My mom came back just then, saving me from any more attempts at smalltalk, thank God.

"Well Rob's okay, but dinner is ruined," My mom said, oh no, please no, no don't say it please don't say it.

"Well why don't you have dinner with us," Mrs. Doe said. Oh great, she said it.

I was glad my dad was okay, but having dinner at the nieghbor's was never something I looked forward to, it brought back bad memories.

"Oh that would be wonderfull," my mom said, as we were walking out the door I pulled her aside.

"If I die, I blame you," I told her.

"Oh don't be silly Katie," she said, "These are nice people, it'll be fun."

I wanted to remind her about Oaklahoma, but she walked forward to talk to so I didn't get a chance.

"You okay?" Rory asked, I jumped. Where did he come from?

"Yeah, fine," I said, he looked at me funny again, almost like he knew what I'd said to my mom...but...No. That was impossible, nobody was close enough to hear, unless they had super hearing, "Just a little nervous, new town and all."

"Okay," he said.

Dinner was actually bearable, was a really good cook, and I bearly had to talk the whole time, I think I saw Rory staring at me though... All in all, it wasn't that bad, so natrurly my mom felt the need to say 'I told you so'.

So before I could be lectured on being nice to the nieghbors, I raced up to my room and went to bed. I fell asleep dreaming about the movers bringing our furniture in the morning.

So, what do you think? Next chapter will be Katie's first day, which may or may not be a total disaster. So about Rory's last name, I feel a need to explain. I am horrible with names so I left it open, you see unidentifyed persons are called John/Jane Doe, thus that is what I named his parents. Anyone who knows the real last names please tell me and I will fix it. Oh and one more thing I am dedicating this story to my freind Katie, I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I'm not Disney, so (sadly) I don't own this.