“Heard you’re moving?” A tall, burly, masculine pair of legs stopped in front of me.

I nodded meekly, chancing a glance up.

“I’m afraid I did not hear you, chicken little,” he said, smirking smugly.

yes I mouthed.

“Michael says he’s moving!” The legs announced to the whole world. “Chicken little is moving away! So who will we have fun with after you’re gone?” His eyes glinted maliciously and I quickly slithered away.

Go get a life.

Mike was about to move house. The fourth move in three years. Because he was new, he was constantly bullied and jeered at by his peers. Nobody understood him, lest the people in his old school.

Now, he’s in New York. New state. New place. New school. New family. Old Michael.

It’s all going to be the same.