Here We Go Again

Prologue

**June**

It was roughly six o'clock as I pulled into the driveway to my families house. It was Wednesday which meant that I had practice with my schools choir after school till 5:30. To say it had been a long day would be the understatement of the century.

I brought the car to a stop and pulled the keys out of the ignition, gathered my bag and school books and headed towards the door.

While pulling out my keys I heard tires against the pavement and turned to see my dad's car pulling in behind mine. I watched while he turned his car off and quickly met me on the doorstep, briefcase in hand.

"Hey sweetie. I'm glad you're home. I have news for the family," he said.

I nodded my head and opened the front door.

"Mom! I'm home!" I called. As I made my way into the dining room to put my things on my designated chair, I noticed my mom and brother sitting side by side at the kitchen table. My mother looked past my shoulder and stared at the figure behind me. 

"Sam, honey, why don't you go and have a seat next to Zack," my father said.

I knew what came next. This was how it always happened. I threw my books down, tossed my bag over the back of the chair and made my way to the empty chair next to my brother. I pulled the chair out and plopped down, while crossing my arms and fixing my glare on my father. He set his briefcase on the table and took the seat next to my mother, across from me. Clearing his throat, he looked between my brother and I before finally gathering the courage to speak to us.

"As you two know, the job I'm at now isn't paying the bills. Your mother and I have discussed a couple job offers that I've recently come across. After many, many conversations, we've finally decided on the job that's going to be able to provide for this family, for my family," he said with a stern voice.

"Okay dad cut the crap. Where are we moving to now," Zack said with a huff. He was tired of having this same conversation every year, so when it came up he hated when dad sugar coated it. Sweet and to the point. That's how Zach was.

Dad cleared his throat.

"New Hampshire."