Minimum Ages - ''Minimum Longtemps''

This is summer 2014, the end of it. I'm starting school tomorrow ... at a new school. In a new town. We finished unpacking everything yesterday, and even though we're only like, thirty-five minutes away from my old home, this place feels so different. I like it though. I have to say that my mother is a rich woman, but only because some great uncle of hers that she never even talked to died a few weeks ago. So we used to live in a small town, Sainte-Anne-de-Bellevue. It's in Montreal, but almost no one here knows about it, according to my mom. I wonder where ''such a small world we live in'' came from, if people don't even know the name of a town that's only thirty-five minutes away... Anyway, now I live in Saint-Eustache. We're in a big house, next to a whole bunch of other big houses. It's strange. Damn it, I just remembered I'm starting school tomorrow.

-This is my story. Okay, no. This is a story very similar to mine (although it is quite different at the same time), and most of the people in this story are real people, doing things they would really do. I may change names, but many people will recognize themselves while reading.
Actually, this is our story... -