The Boy Next Door

Chapter 1

Ariel's P. O.V    

      One morning I was woken up by my mother, "come on get up we have to start moving our stuff into the house" mom said I groaned having to get up. "Ok, Ok I'm up" I replied. We got a few of the boxes into the house and I walked into my room admiring the wall color.
    By the time I walked back outside mom, dad, my older brother, and the movers were still moving the boxes from the truck to the house.
      I never really liked the idea of having to start at a new school. Being fifteen I had to start dead center of high school, possibly the worse years ever. Before we moved here, back in my old school I always got picked on my the grade twelve kids, which really annoyed me. But once I told everyone I was moving the kids bulling me stopped which was amazing, after that I only had a week left in that horrible school, thank god. I really wished mom would've homeschooled me liked I wanted, but she told me I wouldn't get to see my friend... But yet she moved me four towns away from my friends.
       Sometimes I never really understood mom, sometimes she would be always happy and other times she would yell at dad for the most simples things like not taking out the trash, not doing laundry, or even when he would come home late from work.