House, house, house with kids front of it, house, house, house, house with more kids, house, house, house, house, and my new prison. Well most people would say "House", but since my parents are forcing me to move here. New prison fits perfectly. I guess this will be the only constant in my life. Moving. Both of my parents come and go, i never have the same caretaker, and people who i always think are my friends never are....

Taking a deep breath i step out of the back seat and onto the driveway of my new house.

"So was this the first one you l looked or the last and lost all of the others?" I asked, well sassed, my parents as i grabbed my box of clothes and valuables.

My parents started lecturing me about how it was good i spoke my mind but i couldn't do it to my parents. I think that's what they said anyway, i kinda zoned them out as i walked inside the prison. After the front door was a small room on each side of it, after that was two stair cases for an up stairs and a down stairs. Across the hall of those is a huge room. Hating down stairs of anything I went with the up stairs option only to find a kitchen, dinning room and bathroom. Sighing i went back down stairs to the basement to find my room, about three steps down I remembered the big room. Going into that i found a set of doors that lead to another room but this one was bedroom material.

Placing my box in the bay widow I took out my name and hung it on my door with the help of the command hooks.

"Moving van!" One of my parents called. Walking out I saw my dad and another man putting up the flat screen and four more setting up the couches with my mother's direction.

Going out front i find three men ready to be put to work.

"The queen sized frame and matrice are mine. Could you please help me carry them?" I asked putting on the cutest face that these men couldn't say no to.

-one week of moving in later-

"We're off to work!" My first tormentor called from the door.

"Bye!" I called from my room.

"Sorry but we gave you a week, time to go to school." The other tormentor said coming into my room hanging about ten red shirts, ten brown vests, ten purple skirts and eleven grey jackets. "Time to get up and get dressed." He yanked my warm blankets from my body.

Now this prison isn't exactly cold, but when you have a blanket all the sudden on the other side of the room from you, yeah everything is going to be freezing cold.

"Dad!" I called curling up on my own body to try and keep warm, key word try.

"Come on Alyssa. You can't be homeschooled and there are no caretakers in this area so, up and at 'em!" He yelled while walking out of my room.

Oh he has no idea of who he is dealing with.

Quickly throwing on the shirt, skirt, and vest he laid down in my bay window. Grabbing my bag and phone on the way out of my room i pulled on my shoes as i followed my dad out the front door. Locking it and giving me a key he walked to his car while my mom walked to hers. Walking down the street two of the girls i saw from last week were walking out of their houses too. So all I'd have to do is follow them to school. Easy-peasy-lemon-squeazy.

Where did that come from? Like I'm just walking down the street following these two girls in the same uniform as me and all of the sudden i think of that? Really? Gosh Alyssa, could you get any weirder?

Apparently yes, because while following these two girls i felt like a stalker. But that was soon put to rest as more kids our ages joined in the walk to misery.

Okay is it just me or am i really depressed? Like I'm not usually this depressing. Usually I'm a ball of happiness. Atleast that's what my cousin says.

My cousin and I are only children and only grandchildren. So trust me when i say we get spoiled to the extremes.

Finally reaching the front gates of the school i sigh in victory. But it was the sigh that ave way for all of the whispers to hit me like three tons of bricks. "New girl? Ew."

"Heard she got the haunted house."

"Heard she lost her v."

"Guys stop reading rumors, she's already going through so much seeing how she had to move with her foster parents."

"Why would anyone want to keep that pile of trash?"

Now let's say you were walking down a street and these seemingly nice people come up to you and start throwing bat at you, of course you try to avoid them but a few still get to you... Well that's why it feels like. But i couldn't drop my head now, in fact I smiled brighter walked taller and waved to everyone with my kindest smile. That seemed to have put those stupid rumors to rest. "Is she a model?"

"She has to be an undercover something."

"Maybe she's a los princess."

"Dude. She's so hot."

"Hot enough that I'm gonna need to kiss her to cool her down."

"Anyone would be lucky to be her friend."

Oh, no. Here comes the waves of everyone. Guess I need to dull my smile.

"Hey, you're the girl that lives down the street from me right?" One of the two girls from this morning asked me. Where was the other you ask. Like i would know.

"Uh, yeah.... My name is Alyssa."

"Gabby. I have a reall name but you will never know what it is." * she smile through the whole thing and my gut, oh i just love my gut, told that I could let this one under my shell.

"Oh, I don't need it. To me you're real name will forever be Gabby, but my nickname for you will be.... Gabs."

"Not a total fan, but I'm sure i can move past that. So where you headed? A, B, C, or D?" She asked as she walked. Following her I searched my bag and found it to be my mother's new design meaning she had.

"Crap."

-With my mother.-

Stephanie poured out the contents hoping to find even one of her sketches only to find her daughter's school supplies and schedule.

"Crap."

-Back to me-

"It's okay, we can just go the the main office and get you a new one." Gabby tried to comfort me.

"Oh, I know. Just give me a minute to be dramatic."

So you go to a play, Broadway play and you think, "Dang that is some drama!" well let me assure you that that is mediocre to what i just did.

Standing up i brushed away the dirt.

"Off to the office." I said while texting my mother.