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Natasha gazes out the window.

The snow is falling down heavily, all you can see is silvery shiny snow.

Her stomach growls in her chest, They'd been driving for over eight hours..non stop, not even for a little food..

They as in her mother, father, and her..

She quickly glances upfront her parents are sitting staring out the window on the road ahead, silently.

It had been that way after they'd shouted at each other before they got in the car....

Ever since her father had lost his job and started drinking, they'd become angry with each other..

They could never talk without getting into a fight...which was mostly the reason they were moving..

With no job they'd had no way to get money...so resulting in them selling the house and deciding they'd be moving to South Town...

Normally Natasha would have been okay..as her parents often wanted to move..but she didn't like the idea of moving in the middle of the school year...or any less going to a new school and having to make friends...

She didn't feel like doing that all over again...usually people would start getting to know her and say they wanted to be her friends..but once they found out about her parents they started getting all nosy thus resulting in having no friends..

The car pulls into the driveway, and Natasha can see their... her new house. The place seems old and dusty. Natasha sighs, as she regrets her childhood house. It was way better back then... Maybe, at least, her school will be nicer... She doubts it, but still hopes. It would be better.

"Mom, Dad, can I visit ?" She asks.

Of course, no answer... She expected it, and sighs again. If they're to ignore her, then she won't wait for their approval... She gets out of the truck and heads for the house. She opens the door and gets inside: it's dark and not very engaging. In fact, it's creepy-looking. Natasha has to hold back her tears as she feels desperately alone in that un-welcoming place. Moreover, she can hear her parents shouting outside. The trip didn't help them calm down, it seems.

"Why must they always be like that..." Natasha sobs.

She shakes her head.

"Come on, Nat... get a grip on yourself. If you keep thinking like so, you won't last two days."

Pushing back her tears and sadness, she goes back outside to unpack her things. She takes her suitcases and brings them upstairs, in a bedroom that has a single bed, a closet, a bedside table and an ancient-looking chest that must be used for storage. She drops down her stuff and starts unpacking. She puts her things in the chest, on the table or in the closet. Then, she lets herself fall on the bed. Her stomach growls loudly.

"Gotta eat." She thinks.

She searches in her things, in hope to find candy bars or something like so. Of course, there's nothing. Once again, she sighs deeply and looks for money instead. Maybe she can buy something from a nearby shop... If there's one.

She decides to and walks out of her room and starts to slowly walk down the stairs.

She sighs as her parents are still yelling right in front of the door. Mom has her arms crossed while her dad is standing there waving his arms at her.

The step beneath her creaks. They look up at her.

"Um.."

She quickly hurries back up into her room and sits down on her bed.

"Well, that didn't work like I had hoped...well come on Nat you knew it probably wouldn't."

Sighs again as she relaxes her head on the bed.

Then slowly drifts off to sleep...