This is not happening. I think to myself as I get out the car. Another new home for another year. After I close the door a horn honks at me to get out the way.

Yep, definitely the New York I heard about.

Me and my mom just moved here from our quiet home in Wisconsin. I loved it there,the green pastures and friendly neighbors. But mom made us move to New York after cows started disappearing from our neighbors pasture.

Not the first time though. In our first home of California, our neighbors dog was killed,then in Colorado, police were getting reports of suspicious men walking around town, and then in Indiana two girls were kidnapped.

Each home we lived in was in a small town, with good neighbors and plenty of countryside,but mom finally decided to move to the "lovely" place of New York City.

Yep, she has definitely snapped.

"Get out the way."yells a man, interrupting my thoughts.

I finally realize that I was in the middle of the street and Mom was telling me to get back on the sidewalk. I quickly ran back over to Mom, glad I wasn't hit by someone.

"What in the world were you doing." says Mom as she grabs me and our luggage.

"I was just lost in thoughts." I tell her.

"Well next time you decide to think like that, don't do it in the middle of New York City traffic."she practically yells.

"Sorry" I mumble as we enter a building.

I look up to see a woman at a desk in the front of the lobby.

"May I help you."she says in a sweet tone.

"We're the Kings, we rented out an apartment."Mom says.

"Yes, I remember, here is your key, it's number 427." the lady says with a smile.

"Thank you."says Mom, starting towards the elevator.

As I turn around to look back at the lady I realize that she is gone!

"Hurry up Taylor."Mom calls loudly

"Coming"

After we head up the elevator to floor 4 we finally get our luggage lugged to our room. Mom puts the key in and opens the door. The living room(I assume that's what it is)isn't too bad, no mold,or dead people or things like that. Mom walks in, puts the luggage down, turns around to face me and says,

"Ready for a new start."

"Aren't I always."I say as I go to explore the rest of our new home.