Chapter One

The alarm clock rang. I got out of bed hoping it was all a dream but it wasn't. Today we were moving house. He hated that feeling, hated having to leave it all behind like it was so easy to fit in somewhere else.

I dragged my legs slowly still asleep until I reached the mirror, I looked at myself for a few moments until my mother's screams took me out of my thoughts.

-Luna! You have just packed everything you need in your suitcase!

-Yes, Mom ... -I returned the scream reluctantly.

I walked over to my desk and finished putting away some books that I had lying around. I put them in a box and left the room with the box on top.

-Where do I leave it? -My mother was running around like crazy. With a badly done bow and a dirty shirt.

-Over there. She -she answered overwhelmed.

I put it on a small hole in the table and my mother took my arm.

-You could brighten her face a bit, right?

I didn't even answer. She had been pissed off with them for several days since they gave me the news. They kept telling me that she was behaving like an immature child but she wasn't. They did not understand what it meant for a teenager to start from scratch.

-Luna, help me put things in the car, come on. My father appeared in the kitchen and looked at me with an exhausted face. I sighed and began to load boxes without stopping to let out sighs every two seconds so that they would realize what they were doing.- Stop protesting, please I ask you.

-If you put yourself in my place ... but of course, you are incapable of doing that. He-he looked at me and bit his tongue.

-Do not start.

-Don't start with what? What are we leaving here because of you?

-How long are you going to continue with your stupid little girl, Luna? -He answered angrily.

-All the time it takes. You will know from your profession that something like this is hard to assimilate, right?

-Your mother and I are fine, this has nothing to do with you so stop getting involved.

-It has to do with me the moment you decide to leave this house and drag me with you.

-If you prefer, you can stay with your grandmother.

-Yes of course! -My father let out a long sigh.

-Is it so hard for you to forgive me?

-Yes, it's what it takes to be a horrible father and husband. -He looked at me hurt and I stood firm.

-You can go. I'm done with this.

-Brilliant. -I turned around and left.

If I was not happy with the idea of moving, it was because we were simply leaving because my father had not been able to be faithful in his marriage. That's right, he was unfaithful to my mother but she forgave him and that's why we moved house, so they could ... "start from scratch" but I didn't want to start from scratch. I was happy in my miserable life, I didn't need another. I had never managed to fit in but at least people left me alone. Starting over meant having to try to go unnoticed and that's not easy when it comes to "the new".

My father was a psychologist and my mother was not working at the moment, she suffered a great depression due to an accidental abortion that she had before her father's infidelity. I mean, quite a drama. Now they wanted to cover up those shortcomings in her marriage with a much bigger house, in a new neighborhood, in a new city.

I was not very sociable, I never managed to adapt to people. Most were idiotic teenagers who only cared about their image and reputation. I was different from them. I didn't care about likes or looks. I was like that, as people see me, I didn't need to fill my Instagram with absurd fake photos.

-Lu ... give your father a little respite, please. -My mother approached me when I entered the house.

-What were you gossiping?

-I don't need to gossip to know that you're treating him badly.

-Well, how he has treated you. I don't even know how you could have forgiven him.

-God… they are couple things, okay?

-Is that the example you are going to give your daughter? So if they cheat on me, does she let me trample and forgive her?

-I haven't let myself be trampled.

-It's not what it seems.

-Look, I don't want to talk about this anymore.

-Great, because neither do I. -I turned and went to the room.

After finishing the move, I took a walk around the empty house. I never thought that I could feel sadness for something material but there was that feeling. I had many vivid memories within those walls and, although not all were good, it was my refuge. My home. When I got in the car I put on my headphones and ignored my parents. They were beaming, beaming with happiness. It seemed repulsive to me. It was very false that they tried to pretend nothing had happened.

When I got to the new house and got out of the car, I stood in front of the door. It was not at all what I expected. Calling it "new" could be an insult to those gorgeous white houses out there. It looked like something out of a horror movie.

-How about? -Mom said to me as she got out of the car, wrapping her arm around me. I made a gesture to push her off of her and she pulled away from her.

-It's old, isn't it?

-Quiet, inside is better. It is an impressive home. You're going to have a huge room, you'll see. "Said my mother smiling." Come on, let's lower the suitcases and I'll show you.

I stood for a few seconds looking out the window of the house next door. A boy was leaning out staring at me and I looked back at him. He quickly hid behind the curtains.

-Come on, Lu. Help a little. -My father told me.

-This neighborhood is a bit strange.

-Don't be paranoid. "Mom complained." Honey… I know this is hard for you but I only ask you to try.

-That I try? We are here, right? You have already separated me from everything I had there.

-But if you didn't have anything there, Luna… -I looked at my father with hatred and my mother intervened.

-What your father means is that here you will have opportunities to make friends, you can start from scratch, change your… image a bit.

-My image?

-Luna, we've already talked about this. Do not insist anymore.

-Come on, let's have the party in peace. Help us to take out the suitcases.

I looked back at that window. The boy was there again, watching.

-It will be nosy… -I murmured.