"But dad, I don't want to move to some town in the middle of nowhere!" Elena shouted angrily at her father. "It's going to be a good experience for you, and it'll be closer to my job so I won't have to travel so often. And don't you use that tone with my young lady!" Agent Fowler said crossly. "I'll have to move away from all of my friends and attend a completely different school. Not only that, but I'll be living in Jasper, Nevada, the most boring town around. I'll have nothing to do, no friends, and be completely miserable! What kind of father are you?" Elena stated condescendingly. "The kind that's ending this discussion right now and says that you're going and you're going to like it there, get used to it, and be happy with what you got. Now go to bed, we're leaving in the morning." Agent Fowler retorted then left the living room, which was completely empty other than the moving boxes piled throughout it. Elena glared at her father as he left with contempt. "I'm going to like it, as if." she scoffed before stamping up to her room, and uneasily went to sleep.

The following morning Elena packed her stuff as slowly as she could. She was going to make this as hard on her father as it was on her. "Elena hurry up! The movers have already finished putting our stuff into the truck!" her father yelled. Elena sighed. She continued packing miserably. When she was finished, she glumly slung her dark green backpack over her shoulders, then walked down the staircase and out the door. Elena solemnly opened the passenger car door of her father's car and climbed in. She sighed unhappily as her father started the car and she watched as her home was lost from her sight. For hours Elena looked out her window, watching city turn to open roads, and open roads turn to extensive desert. Finally they eventually came to the Jasper. Elena's father drove them to a small neighborhood and pulled into the driveway of a olive green two-story house. Elena climbed out of the car and gazed at the house that was to be her new home. "Isn't it nice? It's big, spacious, and in a nice neighborhood. You'll like our new home, trust me." Agent Fowler said as carried a few boxes, stacked on top of each other, into the house. "New home? More like prison." Elena said as she closed the car door and walked into the house with her father.

The movers came and brought all of her and her father's stuff into the rooms of the house. Elena sorted through the boxes labeled "Elena's stuff" and placed them around in her empty room, well empty except for the boxes and bed. An hour later… Elena heard a knock on her room door. "Come in." she said half-heartedly. The door opened and her father walked in. "What do you want?" Elena asked in a condescending tone. "I just wanted to see how organizing your room's going?" he replied as he surveyed the room. "I'm already done." Elena replied as she lounged on her neatly made bed. Agent Fowler looked around his daughter's room. "You're done unpacking? In an hour?" he asked in disbelief. "Yeah." Elena replied sardonically as she placed her Ipod ear buds in her ears. "You know what? I think you should walk around town and become familiar with everything. Maybe meet the neighbors, get to know everyone, make new friends." he said in a positive tone. Elena ignored him and continued to listen to her Ipod. "Elena." Agent Fowler said. "Elena?" he asked trying to get her attention. "Elena!" he shouted at her. "What?" Elena replied calmly as she took out her ear buds. "Did you hear a word I said?" her father asked. "Hmm? Oh yeah. Meet the neighbors right?" Elena said, pretending to be innocent. "Very funny. Just go and meet the neighbors please. And try to be pleasant." Agent Fowler said. "Fine." Elena said as she lazily hopped out of her bed and walked downstairs and out the door.

Elena walked down the sidewalk and up to the next-door house, and knocked on the door. A middle-aged woman with jet-black hair and wearing a green hospital outfit opened the door. "Hi, I'm Elena Fowler. I just moved here with my dad and I wanted to introduce myself to the neighbors." Elena said in a polite tone. "You're Agent Fowler's daughter? Where do you and your father live?" the woman asked. "The green house over there." Elena said, pointing to her house. "Oh, you're right next to us! How nice. Oh I'm sorry, I'm Mrs. Darby. You should meet my son Jack! Jack we have a visitor!" Mrs. Darby shouted. A teenage boy with short jet-black hair and wearing a dark grey sweater, walked over to Mrs. Darby. "Yes mom?" he asked her. "This young lady is Agent Fowler's daughter." Mrs. Darby told Jack. "I didn't know Fowler had a daughter?" Jack asked. "I didn't know you knew my father? He said that we moved here to be closer to his work. Do you work with him?" Elena asked Mrs. Darby. "Oh, no. I'm a nurse." she replied. "Oh. So do you go to the high school here?" Elena asked Jack. "Um, yeah I do. I'm Jack by the way." Jack replied. "I'm Elena. Hey, are there any good clubs to join after school? Cause I need to have something to entertain myself around here." Elena asked. "Oh yeah. There are some…really interesting ones. One in particular…" Jack said, the last part said quietly to himself. "So I'll guess I'll see you at school then. Nice meeting you." Elena said, then began to walk back home. "You too." Jack said.