"What do you think?" Mom asked me as we got out of the car.

I glanced to the side at the building. Our new house.

I shrugged. "It's fine, I guess."

Mom sighed. "Good." She smiled down at me. "Now, let's go inside."

Mom and I walked toward the building and headed inside. We took the elevator to upstairs and soon stopped at our floor. Floor 4.

"I still don't see why we needed to move from Manhattan," I pointed out. "It's like 35 minutes drive."

"Don't start," Mom scolded me as she opened the door of our apartment. We walked inside and she closed the door. I looked around to see all of our stuff here. "We need a new start, okay?"

"What was wrong with Manhattan?" I asked, turning to face her as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Honey, you didn't had friends there," Mom pointed out. "And you didn't like school."

"Who likes school?" I asked.

Mom ignored my comment and continued. "This place will be good for us. Both of us. Time to change that quiet and shy attitude of yours."

I rolled my eyes and turned away from her. I walked around the rooms to find my room as there was a knock on the front door. I didn't turned back to the living room to open it 'cause my Mom was there.

I walked into my new room, which looked nice. I opened one of the boxes and started to unpack my things.

"Abby, come over for a minute," Mom called.

I sighed, and walked out of my room toward the living room. I saw Mom was talking to a woman with glasses. "Yeah?" I asked.

Mom placed her hand on my shoulder and looked at the woman. "May, this is my 15 years old daughter Abigail." Mom looked at me. "Abby, this is our neighbor next door, May Parker."

I smiled a small smile up at the woman. "Hey."

She smiled. "Hey, nice to meet you."

"You, too," I said.

"You know, I have a nephew at your age," May told me. "His name's Peter."

"That's great," Mom said. "I'm sure you two will get along."

I sighed. "Mom . . ."

"He's at school now, but he'll be back soon," May said.

"Well, I've sign Abby to Midtown High School," Mom told her. "She'll start tomorrow."

May smiled. "Peter's at that school too." She looked at me. "How about, I'll get Peter over when he'll come back from school so you two could meet? Maybe tomorrow he could show you around the school."

I hesitated. "Um . . . maybe."

Mom smiled at May. "Of course, she'll love it." I looked away, sighing softly.

After talking a little bit more with May, I went to my room to continue unpacking my boxes while Mom continued to talk with her.

There was a knock on the opened door and I looked over to see Mom. "May just left," She said.

I shrugged. "Okay." I turned back to my desk to put my books on.

I heard Mom sighing behind me. "Abigail." I looked at her. "I need to start my job tomorrow morning -"

"I'm not surprised," I told her, shrugging. "I'm just surprised that you told me."

She gave me a look. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" I asked.

"I'm working hard to keep us in a good place," She said.

"I didn't say anything," I told her, turning away to face my books.

I heard her footsteps walking away from my room. I rolled my eyes, looking down at one of my books, opening it, pulling out a picture of me as a baby and Dad. To be honest, I didn't remember a lot about him, he passed away when I was four years old.

After Dad passed away, Grandma took care of me more then Mom did. Grandma passed away three years ago so now it was just me and Mom.

I sighed, placing the picture back into the page of the book, closing it. I walked out of my room, toward the living room. "Mom, I'm going out for some air," I called.

Mom walked toward me. "Wait." She held out a key. "It's the key for the house."

I took it and turned to the front door. "Thanks."

"Don't take to long," She told me.

"Got it," I said as I walked out of the apartment and closed the door. I walked toward the elevator and stepped out on the first floor to the exit. I wrapped my jacket around me as I opened the door and walked outside, only to bump into someone. The hit made me move back and the person wrapped a hand around my waist to help me keep my balance.

"Sorry," I said as I looked to who I bumped into. It was a boy who looked at my age.

"Um, no problem," He said, giving me a small smile. I blushed a little and moved away as he dropped his hand away from my waist. I noticed he had a small blush on his cheeks and cleared his throat, moving away to let me pass.

I smiled a small smile. "Thanks."

I walked past him as he nodded. I let out a breath, shoving my hands in my jacket pocket as I continued to walk off.

...

After an hour or so, I got back to the apartment to find Mom talking with May and another person. "Mom, I'm home," I said.

"Hey, honey," Mom said as I walked closer. "Abby, I want you to meet May's nephew, Peter. Peter, this is my daughter, Abigail."

I looked at the boy only to be shocked. This was the same boy I bumped into earlier. He looked at me, shocked as well. "You?" We both asked together.

May frowned in confusion. "You two know each other?"

Peter looked at her. "No. We, um, we bumped into each other at the entrance of the building."

"Oh, well, I hope you two in good -" Mom started.

"Yeah," I cut her off. "We okay."

"That's good," May said. "Oh, Abigail, Peter said that he's fine with take you with him to school and show you around there."

I looked at Peter. "You don't have to."

"Nah, it's okay," Peter told me.

I nodded slowly as Mom smiled. "Great, thank you, Peter." I sighed, tilting my head.