Jeff and his family had just moved into a new neighborhood. His dad had gotten a promotion at work, and they thought it would be best to live in one of those "fancy" neighborhoods. Jeff and his brother Lui couldn't complain though. A new, better house. Whats was not to love? As they were getting unpacked, one of their neighbors come by.
"Hello" she said "I'm Barbara; I live across the street from you. Well, I just wanted to introduce myself and to introduce my son." She turns around and calls her son over. "Billy, these are our new neighbors." Billy said hi and ran back to play in his yard.
"Well," said Jeff's mom "I'm Margaret, and this is my husband Peter, and my two sons Jeff and Lui." They each introduce themselves, and then Barbara invited them to her son's birthday. Jeff and his brother were about to object, when their mother said that they love to. When Jeff and his family are done packing. Jeff went up to his mom.
"Mom why would invite us to some kid's party? If you haven't noticed, I'm not some dumb kid."
"Jeff," said his mother, "We just moved here; we should show that we want to spend time with our neighbors. Now we're going to thant party, and that's final." Jeff started to talking, but stopped himself, knowing that he couldn't do anything. Whenever his mom said something, it was final. He walked up to his room and plopped down on his bed. He sat there looking at his ceiling when suddenly, he got a weird feeling. Not so much a pain, but..... a weird feeling. He dismissed it just some random feeling. He heard his mother call him down to get his stuff, and he walked down to get it.
