Why is it so heavy!!!?
"Mom!! Are you carrying a whole house in this box!!!??" My mom walks over to where I am at the back of our truck and takes the box out of my arms with ease. My jaw drops.
"Its not heavy, you just need some time outside, away from all of those devices." My mother chuckles. I groan and get one of the lighter boxes out of the truck and I follow my mom inside our new 2 story house. I place the box down, next to the other 12 boxes that are in the plain living room.
Once we get all of the boxes into the house, me, my dad, and my mom gather into the living room and stare at the boxes. Mom speaks first.
"Ok Tony, get all of the boxes that have your name on it and take them into your room upstairs. Its the last door on the left." My mom says as she starts digging in the boxes. More lifting... I dig through the mountain of boxes for the ones that say 'Tony Thompson' and I start bringing them upstairs. I walk down the hall with a box in my hands and I stop at my new bedroom door and I open it while trying to balance the box.
The room is decent, it is large enough to fit my gaming station. Although the walls are a gross looking green color. I'll have to fix that soon... Welp time to get started.
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Neighbors.
FanfictionTony Thompson, that is my name. All I know is that I have a neighbor. Yup. They SUCK. Come along with Tony Thompson and figure out his relationship with his mysterious neighbor.
