I stepped out of the car, mom pulling Oliver out, and dad getting the luggage out of the trunk. Camden got out of the car with his phone glued to his face, and we all took in the new scenery. The house was really nice, but I could tell that it was old. Maine was nice, but I liked Rhode Island better, I know it was small, but that's why I liked it. We all walked into the house, checking out all the rooms and deciding who gets which room. The first thing I noticed when we walked in was the built-in bookshelf. Of course there weren't any books yet, but I had a lot of my own that would fit perfectly. Mom and dad lead us upstairs so that we could choose rooms. There were two master bedrooms, and mom and dad got one, of course, Camden got the other one and Oliver's room was connected to mom and dad's. That left me with the attic, which was small, so I liked it.
After I got all my stuff up to my room, I went ahead and started unpacking. I had a couple of boxes left when I heard a knock on the door downstairs, I tried to ignore it and continue unpacking, but no one else would answer it, so I did. "Coming!" I said loudly as I ran down the steps, pulling my headphones down. I answered the door to see a young girl and a guy, just my age.
"Hi, we're your new neighbors, we live right over there," the guy said pointing to a house, similar to ours, "I'm Peyton and this is Phoebe."
"Hi, I'm Quinn, um, it's nice to meet you," I greeted them in, "I guess you can come in, but we're nowhere near finished unpacking, I'll make some lemonade." I lead them into the kitchen, Phoebe was struggling to climb up onto the stool, so Peyton helped her out a bit. I couldn't help but smile, but neither of them noticed it.
"So," Peyton started a conversation. "Why did you guys decide to move here?"
"My parents didn't like things small, so they decided to come here," I answered the question the best that I could. "We used to live in Rhode Island, which I liked a lot. My parents wanted my little brother Oliver to grow up in a big place, and even though he didn't have a say in it, Camden wanted to get out of there as well." I already felt like I was starting to talk too much, and without even thinking, I said, "Sorry."
"What are you sorry for?" He asked.
"I thought I was talking too much." I felt so stupid at that point. What was wrong with me? I finished making the lemonade and poured each one of us a glass.
"Guess how old I am?" Phoebe breaks the silence.
"I don't know. How old are you?" The conversation just continued on from there, we were laughing and talking.