Annoying Adam

Meet Adam Black, Player

The above picture is one of Stacy's room.

Of course, as soon as possible after That One Day, we moved from our cozy little house in Vermont to wet, rainy Oregon. Wonderful. Perfect. Not really.

After That One Day, everything changed. My mom packed up the van and we moved to Oregon. By we, I mean Lizzy, my mom, and me. That was our family. And we loved each other. Lizzy was four, and she was already such a narcissist! But I loved her, and she was adorable.

But, you know, as soon as we moved into our two story house in Oregon, I knew something was off. However, little did I know that that 'something' was a boy that would- well. You'll see.

 A nice older lady (probably in her forties) was outside our new house, sitting on our porch. We already had the keys, so what was she doing there?

Maybe she was just a nice lady who baked us chocolate cookies. I love chocolate. Chocolate was life. Not Shrek. There are some seriously wrong things with Shrek. Like all the dirty jokes in it. It was a kid's movie for God's sake!

But back to my upside down life. Dashing around the lady who looked as if she was going to greet me (sorry, not sorry, but I needed to claim my room), I quickly ran upstairs with my bag and set it down in the one bedroom up there. Yes! A whole floor to myself! Hehehe...Score bishes!

I cackled, then ran downstairs and grabbed boxes from the living room marked 'Stacy'. I hauled them upstairs, making sure that no one else *cough cough* Mom *cough cough* could claim my room. I took out clothes from the boxes and shoved them into the closet. This was my territory now. Besides, I could clean tomorrow. Mom made sure we moved on a Saturday so we could get everything packed and stored, and settled in, so we could go to school the next day. How...considerate...of her.

After all, "It's only halfway through the semester, honey!" Mom's exact words. And I earned that nickname in a different way than you probably think. I got it when I was five, because I was eating one of those honey stick things and somehow got some in my hair. And we had to chop it all off to get the honey out. And so the name stuck. No pun intended.

But I pulled myself out of my thoughts and, with a devious grin, I looked around my room. I was all kinds of excited for a new room. My old was so dreary and ugly and... pink....

With four white walls and light blue curtains, it was pretty enough. Then I got to the white bed and light blue mattresses, along with some beautiful pillows, it was amazing. I pulled back the curtains and found a window. A big one. It lead to a balcony, where I had easy access to the roof if I put a ladder there.

But I might not.

Animalistic groans were coming from the house next door. I looked over cautiously, then yelped and turned around, hands racing to cover my poor eyes. Hadn't they ever heard of curtains?! Geesh. Besides, it stirred memories that were better to stay hidden and locked away.

I quickly shut the door, then started walking to the door. Thinking of something, I ran back over to the door and locked it. No way in h*ll was that thing from next door coming into my room.

I then walked downstairs, nonchalantly. My mom fixed me with a steady glare.

"Since you didn't stay to find out who that lady on our porch was, you missed out on both chocolate," pause as I growled mentally at myself, "and now you only have a few minutes to get ready. We're going to meet the next door neighbors."

I gulped. "Y-you m-mean the ones n-next door? As in the ones that are currently in the house to our right?" I usually was pretty bad-*ss, but right now, my mom was freaking me out big time. How could I meet them when I saw what that boy was doing with that girl?