Clancy Newhouse was always the new kid.
He had moved so many times in his life, he stopped unpacking his stuff.
And this time was no different.
Oh, he unpacked clothes and a few things, like his Legos and video games, but his books and other toys he left sealed away in their boxes, ready for the next move.
He sat on one of those boxes and peered through his bedroom window.
The view was alright.
A typical neighborhood filled with houses, trees, and cars.
Nothing special and nothing new.