Who Do You Think You're Fooling

Chapter 1

I use to think there was a world full of nice people, nice thinking, nice things... till my parents moved me to this awful place! No one understood their full potential here, no one stop to smell the flowers, and there wasn't anyone around to really be there for me. I use to believe this was a world full of truth and decency, till that one day when I was young too, but I was wrong then as well.

My parents named me Roxas... who knows why and don't ask but I have the feeling I was meant to harbor the name. Only a world this cruel would bestow this name onto me. Luckily though, I'm an only child and it's good because I don't have to worry about a brother or sister living through what I did. Seriously I don't think anyone could have it as bad as me... could they?

"Roxas dear, hand me your trash." My Mom, Tifa Strife said.

I casually placed my gummy bear snack wrapper in her hand and said thanks. As she turned around in the passenger seat her smile turned into a surprised but 'are you kidding me' expression. "Roxas Strife, I told you when we started the trip that you are not aloud to lounge across the backseat like that!"

I groaned, "Mom, I can't get comfortable sleeping like that though!" While trying to plead my case to her she turned to my father looking for a reassuring sentence to back herself up.

I doubt my Dad, Cloud Strife was even paying attention when he spoke. "Rox, do as your mother says and don't backtalk her either." To this I sat up and said yes sir. I looked out the window when my mother sat back in her seat looking triumphant. Man, this is a real pain!

"Oh look, Roxy!" My Mom screeched.

I jumped in my seat and wasn't at all pleased at the size of it. This is why; before I had a five story school which didn't branch out into different sections, my mascot was a tiger, we had a upstairs patio on the fifth and fourth floor that all grade levels we're open to, and our school's colors were yellow and orange. I avoided people easily there because there was so much space and so few people were able to skip class periods because of their extra credit courses over the summer, me being one of them. I am currently in my Junior year of high school and wasn't nervous at all. Now I can't avoid people because of this stupid two story building. Which by the way branches out into four pods in the back with only one floor each. By the looks of things outside the school colors are red and green... and oh my Etro... is that, no... haha and our mascot is a beetle. Great, please let me be eaten buy a bird soon because I don't want to go to a school with a retarded beetle copper statue sitting outside the school.

We passed a few more blocks and I saw an arcade, maybe that's a source of entertainment for kids around here. I wouldn't be surprised since by the look of our neighborhood we were now going to live in the ghettos. I swear, if my Dad didn't have to move because of his new job I would have said two things on my mind about moving. I wonder if there was any other places to go to after a long day at school.

After a long time of silence my father finally spoke with some other kind of voice then monotone. "I bet your cousin Kairi Fair would be all up for a sleepover once we are finally moved in." He smiles at me as he looks quickly at the rear view mirror, our eyes making contact.

"Whoohoo..." was my only response, so enthusiastic about it, not.

"Well, as soon as we get settled in our new home we can get you registered for your classes." Mom says with a cheery grin. Someone shoot me, our home wasn't even a house, it was an apartment. We had to sell most of our stuff even! We didn't even live on the first floor, it was the fourth! I wasn't excited to start school either.

It was going to be a long four days, and hopefully I would have a chance to catch up on some sleep. A drive from Radiant Gardens to Hallow Bastion wasn't exactly easy to deal with in a small Nissan. As we pulled into our parking lot we noticed our moving truck.

"I told you we should have left sooner." My Dad moaned getting out of the car. "They beat us here." The guys who were suppose to help us move our stuff in got out of the moving truck. I could tell my Dad was apologizing because he gave the movers a big bow, something he only does to show his gratitude and sincerity. He turned to us and beckoned us out of the car. For some strange reason I felt that I wasn't going to get those few hours of sleep like I wanted.

Author's Quick Note:

Please feel free to review and comment, negative or positive. Personally I look at the negative more thoroughly, but positive remarks are always welcomed and I show my gratitude to them. This is my first fanfiction ever, and I am proud to say I am now officially a fanfiction writer... figures crossed.