Heavy.

Everything around her was heavy. The rain pounded down on the car's windows, the torrential downpour mirroring the thoughts of the black-haired girl sitting in the back seat. She sat there, her sisters head resting on her shoulder. The two young women rode in silence, thinking back to the events of the last week.

"I don't wanna go!"

"You said we wouldn't have to move again!"

The petite, pink-brown haired girl's cries hung in the air. Her parents had just informed her and her sister that for the fifth time in four years the family would be moving yet again.

Tears began to spring up in her eyes, her head cast downwards. Her sister sat beside her, offering no words but a consoling hand on the shoulder.

These constant moves had been hard on the girls. Each relocation forcing them to leave behind whatever life or friends they had managed to make for themselves. After the third move both sisters had been affected greatly. Cinder had become rough, she would hold people at arms length, not letting people in. Neo became incredibly shy, scared to get close to people, lest she be moved yet again. It became hard for the sisters to make friends so they instead spent most of their time together.

The car slowed to a stop and the sound of the rain became louder as the car's engine went silent. Cinder turned to the left and saw a small, blue house on a small plot of land.

She had never been to Patch but the small island would be her home for the next year, or until her parents decided to move again, whichever came first. This would be her second senior year of high school, having been held back due to her constant moving.

"Come along Neo, let's get our things settled." Cinder beckoned to her sister, leading her out of the car and into the house. They crossed the threshold together, Neo lowering her umbrella as they stepped inside.

The front door opened into a modest living room. The walls were painted a dull blue and the floor was covered in a royal blue carpet. Across from the sisters was an archway leading to the dining room with the kitchen visible through a small opening in the wall. Along one wall of the living room rose a staircase leading upstairs to a hallway containing four doors. A bedroom for each girl, one for their parents, and of course a bathroom.

After getting a look around the house the girls lugged their bags up the stairs and began to unpack the clothes they had brought along with them.

Shortly after everything was settled the sisters heard their father call up to them "Girls, dinner's here, hope you're feeling like pizza."

The family ate in silence, the only sound the chewing of food and the rain still pouring down outside. Attempting to ease some of the tension in the room the girls' mother decided to start a conversation.

"So are you two all settled in?" Her question hung in the air. The two girls stopped eating and looked to their mother. Neo gave a very non-comital shrug and Cinder simply nodded her head.

"Looking forward to school tomorrow?" their father asked. The two both sighed inwardly, Cinder nearly whispering a depressed yeah and Neo just looked down at her lap.

"Come on you two, you guys get a fresh start, and this time we'll be here for a long time," their father smiled at them. The sisters again sighed inwardly; having been told the exact same thing the last two times they had moved.

They both looked back up at their father, half-hearted smiles appearing on their faces.

The meal continued in silence until everyone had finished eating. Gathering the dishes, Cinder made her way to the kitchen. As she washed them she heard her mother call to her, "Remember you have school tomorrow, try not to stay up too late." Cinder scowled at the sink in front of her, scrubbing the plates harder.

She didn't want to go to school, she didn't want to have to meet new people, she didn't want to have to make new friends. Every move ended up the same way. She'd go into school not knowing anyone and unable to approach anybody so she'd end up being an outcast. Every time it was all the same.

As she finished up her chores she headed upstairs to prepare for bed. After getting into her night clothes she slid into bed hoping that maybe this time it wouldn't be like a repeat of all the other times. Yeah right.

A/N: Hello, so this is my first attempt at writing so I encourage any and all feedback. I plan on making this story at least ten chapters long and hope to get up to at least 3,000 words a chapter. Any suggestions or criticisms are welcome, hope you enjoy.