A small moving van pulls up next to the curb, parking by a small plot of land. Surrounded by large pine trees and secret passages to unknown areas, the home sat right in the middle of it all, a rustic building. The old grey stone and timeless oak framing makes the building look older than it is. The house was located in Windinburg, where they had everything they could ever want, coffee shops, bookstores, restaurants.

Eight people were moving into the small plot of Mid-Nowhere. Four girls and three boys were moving onto the plot of land, all sharing the house. Each one has a unique personality, persona, beliefs and opinions. A group of old friends move in together into the small plot.

“Jesus, this is small…” A short blonde jumped from the passenger side of the moving van, her nose scrunching up as she looked at the building. A taller brown haired girl slide from the driver’s side to the front. A smile rises onto her face as she looks at the blonde.

“Must be bigger on the inside!” She hummed, analyzing the grey stone and rotting wood. She nodded in approval as she gave the blonde a grin.

“God, I can’t believe this…” The blonde groaned as she grabbed her bag and placed it on her shoulder, she made a glum face. A large noise caused the brunette and the blonde to turn and face the back of the van. The back had opened up, hopping out was two boys, one had brown hair with worn blue tips, a smile on his face. The other one had dark hair with a tan complexion. The dark haired one walked up to where the girls were standing.

“This is fucking hopeless!” He said, his voice laced with sarcasm and cheeriness. The brunette jabbed him in his stomach, a scowl playing on her face. He grunts, holding his stomach in pain. “Ow-”

“Come on, it can’t be that bad…” The blue tipped hair boy said, a light smile on his face as he closed the back of the van.

“Stop being cheery, it dampens my bitchy mood…” The blonde remarked, while the towering guy looked down at her with a concerned look. The slightly shorter, but still decently tall one laughed at both of their expressions. The brunette rolled her eyes.

“Calm down, now. Where are the other four?” She asked as she looked around for the other two. She was answered by the engine of a old, but a decently well sounding engine from an broken, blue pickup truck that pulled in. From the back, a pink haired girl jumped out, falling flat on her stomach on the grass.

“Guess who’s back!” She sang, a grin appearing on her face as she looked around at all the scenery. The blonde shrieked as she fell, but frowned after her scream.

“Back again!” The brunette did finger guns at the pink haired girl on the ground, who finger gunned back, her grin growing.

“I’m surprised you didn’t fall out the back-” The dark haired boy said, a grin appearing on his face. A dark haired girl left the driver's side of the car, a frown. She was carrying a decently sized box, it being taped shut. “Jesus, this weighs more than my-”

“Please don’t finish that sentence.” The brunette frowned, pointing at the dark haired girl. She frowned, but then gave a slight smile.

“It’s blonde magic, you wouldn’t understand.” The shorter blonde girl mused, shifting her bag around on her back while the tan guy barked a laugh with the tall one. The brunette narrowed her eyes on the blonde.

“But you also use blonde to defend yourself when you do something dumb.” She said, a frown growing on her face as the blonde just grinned mischievously.

“That’s because blonde’s have many abilities.” She mused. The brunette frowned.

“I swear…” The brunette sighed, looking at the blonde as she swung the keys around her finger, walking up to the door.

“Now that everyone is here, I can claim my room. You guys can work out who gets what room after I get mine!” She chirped happily. She walked up to the old porch and fumbled with the key, which is now flying wildly through the air.

“This is why we give it to someone more responsible. Like Evan,” The brunette said, making Evan, the boy with his tips dyed blue, give a nervous smile. The blonde frowned, giving the brunette a glare before kicking at the door once it wouldn’t open.

“Stop! You’ll break it-” The pink haired girl said from the bush, making the blonde scream then fall onto the door. The door made a noise before crashing into the house, it landing with a loud thud. The blonde covered her mouth, a scream on the verge of coming out.

“That was… eventful,” She gave a bashful grin, scratching the back of her neck nervously as she stared down at the door, horror laced on her features.

“Eventful my ass, we need a new door now-” The brunette sighed, crossing her arms as she pulled her phone out for places they could get a new door from.

“Look on the bright side, we can get a new door!” The tan brunette girl chirped, a hopeful look upon her.

“Do I need to add ‘door’ to the grocery list.” A new voice called. The blonde girl whipped her around, her eyes wide in shock.

“We invited him?” The blonde hissed to the brunette girl, her eyes slivered and her cheeks reddened.

“I did, yes.” She grinned. “I thought we interacted with him enough for him to be ‘part of the gang y’know?”

“I think that you just secretly hate me.” The blonde mumbled, a bitter look on her face with a teasing undertone.

“Very funny Abby-” The brunette gave a slight smile.

“Alex thinks I’m kidding, hilarious.” Abigail, or Abby for short, snickered to Evan, who looked down at her with a small grin.

“You can’t be serious,” Evan gave a small laugh. “You two have been friends for, ever it seems.”

“Not true,” Alex hummed, crossing her arms. “I hung out with a bunch of people in my elementary years, mostly guys who created a club and stuff, but then in 6th grade I played cards with different guys.”

“Primarily same with me, except for the club-cult thing, but I would always kinda just adapt to the person I thought I was closest to.” Abby shrugged, thinking back to those days with a deep frown. She often didn’t have very fond memories of her Primary or Intermediate years, she had always felt like she was more of a drifter, or a follower.

“It wasn’t a cult, but that was a fun year…” Alex frowned, memories that she didn’t want coming back to her. She shook her head lightly, she wasn’t crying today, not here and not right now. Those people had been assholes to Alex, teasing her because she was different. A different group gave her the nickname 'Owl.' Abby gave her friend a teasing look, before scoffing lightly.

“It was so a cult. I swear I saw you guys chanting to Satan once.”

“No it wasn’t, we just talked about video games and… more video games.”

“Same difference.” Abby ended the conversation with that, deciding that bringing up the past wouldn’t be the best way to spend her first day in a household full of her Middle and High school friends.

“So, grocery list or not?” The same boy from before quipped, a mocking look in his eye.

“Sure, add it the the grocery list Lucas..” Alex rolled her eyes at the male.

“I’ll go now, get it over with.” He added. “Anybody wanna come?” He asked, a bored look in his eye. Abby fought the urge to scream yes at the top of her lungs, when Alex gave her a malicious grin.

“I’m sure Abby would love to go with you.” She smoothed, a grin on her face. “I already sent her the list of groceries to get, you guys just need to go and pick them up.” Abby jabbed her in the side roughly with her elbow, causing Alex to swing a subtle kick at the blonde. Abby gave a small yelp as she backed away quickly, glaring up at her brunette friend.

“We’ll get unpacked, you two have fun.” Alex gave a little wave at Abby and Lucas before Abby scowled, walking back to the porch and the fallen door.

“I’m claiming my room first, bitches!” Abby screamed, picking up her backpack in both hands and sprinting into the house, the tall, tan skinned female and the pink haired girl screaming after her. Alex shook her head, scoffing lightly. She was definitely the mom of the group, until Evan was around. Then he was practically the caretaker of the group, with a huge amount of sass. Alex had found each person’s personality type long ago, that was just what she did. She discovered everything about a person without having to

“I want the corner room!” The pink-haired girl’s screams could be heard from outside the echoing walls of the home, the group of four that stood in the yard looking at each other in perplexity as they listened to the arguing.

“I will drown you two in your sleep if I don’t get that room,” Abby’s threats seemed to boom over the other two girls’ bickering. “OUT OF MY WAY,” Could be heard, before there was a great crash, then the slam of a door.

“Did somebody die?” Evan worriedly asked, a teasing undertone in his voice.

“Maybe…” Alex frowned, her eyes showing that she was frightened by all the noise and death threats.

“Amelia would die off first,” The tan, but tall boy snickered, referring to the pink-haired girl.

“No way, Madison would,” Lucas snickered, thinking back to Middle school when the two were on the same wrestling team. Madison was appalled by the thought of the ring, and thought that if she studied up ways to fight she would be the best, without any practice.

“Haha, very funny Noah, you too Lucas...” Alex frowned.

“Should we check?” Evan whispered after a moment of dead-silence, hearing nothing from the inside of the home.

“Yes-” Alex said, picking up her bag and walking inside the dark house. Peering around the corner, she didn’t see anyone from over to her left, but to her right, a door was cracked open.

“Hello-?” Noah yelled into the house, before Lucas jabbed him in the stomach, putting a finger to his lips to indicate for him to be quiet. “Could’ve just told me to shut up,” Noah growled lowly, glaring at Lucas.

“You two be quiet-” Evan scolded, a frown on his face as a scream was heard.

“Alex?” Noah called, her being the only other female that didn’t die in whatever happened in the house. He looked at the house, realizing how dim it was. He flicked a light switch on, revealing a large open area with a kitchen to the left corner. A grin appeared on his face. “May be this isn’t hopeless after all!”  

“Guy’s, they’re alive, and start unpacking your rooms.” Alex called from the room she claimed. “Go on now.”

“Alright, alright…” Noah huffed.

“Good lord I’m starving.” Madison groaned, holding her stomach as she drooped over a couch Evan and Noah had brought in. Abby snickered, and sat on the girl's legs, which hardly fazed Madison.

“Speaking of starvation,” Noah said, walking into the living room from the kitchen. “When are you going to the store?” He drawled.

“No idea.” Alex hummed as she closed the door to her room, her clothes covered in paint, since that’s what she’s been doing while waiting for everyone else to finish unpacking

“It’s not that important, right?” Abby laughed nervously, hoping to get out of going to the store with Lucas. She didn’t have any problem with him,

“I mean, we can order takeout-”

“We can’t live off of takeout.” Evan piped incredulously,

“We could, I mean. I eat… a lot…” Alex shrugged sheepishly.

“Which is exactly why we need them to go and get substantial food.” Evan scowled, looking to Abby. “Now get going!”

“Fine fine, whatever Soccer mom-” Alex groaned, really wanting takeout food. She looked outside, the sun shining and birds were flying. A perfect day for takeout and not going outside. A good day for videogames.

“Where are the car keys?” Abby mumbled, a light glare on her face.

“Right here,” Lucas entered the living space from his room, the keys to his car swinging around his fingers in a taunting manner. “But you aren’t driving.”

“And why not?” Abby sassed, perching a hand on her hip as she raised an eyebrow.

“Oh hell no, you aren’t going anywhere in my car, not unless I’m driving.” He snickered, Abby’s cheeks turning pink as she glared up at him.

"That's ridiculous..." Abby groaned.

“Well, we’ll see you later, bye Abby, bye Lucas.” Alex pushed them out the door, not wanting anymore of the arguing between the two. She kept the door shut as the two slowly left the house, still bickering about the car.

“Of course she shoves us out of the door.” Abby mumbled as she sat in the passenger seat of Lucas’s car, waiting for him to get into the car. The whole car felt like it was taken straight out of an 80’s movie; it seemed to be an old car, but still kept in prime shape. In the back, big gulp cups littered the floor along with gum wrappers and various bottles of water that were long-since empty, while the front was kept sterile and clean.

“So which store are we going to?” Lucas asked, stepping into the car as he slammed the door shut.