I awoke to the sweet smell of pancakes the next morning. Throwing on a sweatshirt I followed the scent, it was unnaturally cold that morning. The floorboards creaked and for a split second I was worried that I would wake up Jack. Then I laughed at myself and bounded down the hall noisely into the kitchen.
"Jamie!" My mother said in disbelief as soon as I entered the room. "Would you quit stomping around? You'll wake up your brother!" I turned around before rolling my eyes and sat down at the table. There was a window right next to me and the drops of rain left over from last night were hanging on the glass. The sun was shining through the clouds, and I knew it would feel damp and soggy outside. Great weather for a Saturday.
"So what are your plans for today?" My mother questioned casually, as if I already had my schedule filled out.
"Mom, I haven't even been here for a day. I have no friends and I don't even know how to get downtown. My plan is to sit on the couch all day and watch TV, and try to forget I ever came here," I added under my breath. She stopped pouring the batter for a second to take a glance at me, but didn't say anything. I turned back around to the window.
"Well good, because our new neighbors are coming over to meet us today."
"Awesome," I muttered unenthusiastically.
"I heard they have a daughter your age, too." Again, awsome, I thought.