A/N: This is sad because I had in mind a sequel. i doubt I'm even going to get that far since i never have motivation.

This story started when my mom said, "We're moving!" in her excited voice, as if this was the best thing ever. For me, it wasn't. Yes, it's the whole tragic 'oh my god! I'm moving! I don't want to leave my friends! Sob. Sob,' story.

Accept it wasn't. Okay, that was what I was feeling at first. I didn't know where we were moving but either way it had to suck. Then I moved there. A desert in one of the middle states no one really knows.

Can I just say it for everyone? Oh. My. God. New York to a desert? Civilization to barbarity? Chic to… overalls? What do people wear in the desert?

"Honey, it's you're first day of school! You don't want to be late!" My mother called down the stairs where my bedroom was. Yes, I have a basement bedroom, but it's not as cool or clean as all other basement bedrooms are. Mine is just a gross open basement. Some kind of weird cement floor, cement block walls, and random poles holding up the house. A bad washer and dryer making noise all night, right next to my bed.

My friend, Chris, his basement has dry wall, tiled floor in the entertainment room, in his room carpet, a huge television screen with two leather couches and a chair, a pool table, and a bar. To top it all off, he has a bathroom, a beautiful blue bathroom to match his bed room. My friends and I hang out there every weekend. Well, used to.

Glaring at the stairs, I pulled myself up and out of my bed. Getting dressed in a hurry, I put on a black t-shirt and black sweats. Taking the steps two at a time, I ran smack into my mother.

"Oh hey, you!" She pulled me into a hug. "I thought you were still sleeping, I was getting ready to come down and shake you awake. You were so quiet getting ready," looking down at my attire she made a quick face. "You should probably change."

I blinked. It wasn't like her to not approve of what I was wearing. "No, I think I'm good."

My mom shrugged and started up the stairs. "Your bus should be here shortly, and you can make your own breakfast today. Coffee is brewing. I have to get to work," stopping in front of the kitchen entryway she kissed my forehead and continued her rant as she headed for the door. "I have your backpack and notebooks and things you need for school near the front door. Make friends with the kids. I love you and remember your bus is coming in a half hour. It'll stop in front of the house."

Oh, dear god, I hope it's not a short bus.

And just like that Sophia Greatly was out the door. You're probably wondering where my dad is. Or who the hell I am now that I think about it.

Well, my mom and my dad are divorced. I haven't seen him in awhile, at least since he got remarried. I'm not entirely sure was his name is, but his friends call him Mutt. I don't know why nor do I want to.

Me? Well, I'm Cameron Greatly. The surname is god-awful but I like my first. People mostly call me Cammy, or Cam. I'm a junior in high school. I weigh 123 and I'm five foot five. The rest, you find out for yourself.

I quickly started my daily routine. Shoving a pop-tart in the toaster I stared at the dripping coffee.

I like getting lost in my thoughts. I never understood why. Usually I'm not thinking about much anyway. But today, I have normal new school jitters. Well, I wouldn't know if this was normal or not. This is my first time to a new school. I kept thinking about the kids I'd meet there. How their personalities would be, how they'd treat me, who I'd make friends with.

Then my pop-tart came out, slightly burnt but I'll eat it anyway, and my coffee finished. I poured my coffee and went to the living room to put on the television. I believe that humans' hearing is about ten times better when you first wake up or going to sleep than it is at normal hours. So I put the TV's volume on low and watched Will Smith off on one of his shenanigans again.

Gosh, I shouldn't be riding the bus. I should be driving my beautiful car that I was forced to sell because I am not of age yet and as my mom said, who would drive it here? My mom would be driving her car, and if someone drove it here then we'd have to give them money for a ticket back home. Which my mom said, I'd have to pay for.

I heard honking outside. Peaking through the window I saw the bus waiting. Turning off the TV and grabbing my things I went to the bus.