Jeff and his family had just moved into a new neighborhood. His dad had gotten a promotion at work, and they thought it would be best to live in one of what they considered to be a “fancy” neighborhood. Jeff and his brother Liu were a little, homesick, but felt they couldn’t complain. They were getting a newer, more modern house, they didn't have to be warned about the lead paint and there was never any asbestos anyone had to worry about. And besides, Jeff didn't have much in the way of friends at his old home. There wasn't much not to love.
The day of their arrival finally came, and the family began unpacking after pulling up to their new home. A group of children were playing in a yard across the street, and a woman, who had been watching them, walked across the street to greet the new arrivals. “Hi!” she said, “I’m Barbara, I live in that house across the street from you." She said as she gestured to the house behind her to her right. "I thought it would be nice if I introduced myself and my family. My son Billy's over there..." She turned around and called her son over, in the way moms do, shouting “Billy, come meet our new neighbors!”
Billy ran over, said "Hi!" rushedly, then went back to playing in his yard with the other boys.
“I’m Margaret" Jeff's mom said, "and this is my husband Peter. These are my two sons, Jeff and Liu.” They each introduced themselves halfheartedly.
Barbara invited them to her son’s birthday. Jeff and his brother were about to object, when their mother said that they would love to. When Barbara had left, Jeff went up to his mom.
“Mom, why would you invite us to that kid's party? He doesn't even know my name, and if you haven’t noticed, I’m not some dumb kid.”
“Jeff,” said his mother a little sternly, “We just moved here; we should show that we want to spend time with our neighbors. We're going to go to that party and have fun and make friends or I'll take away your gameboy.” Jeff was about to talk back, but stopped himself, knowing that he couldn’t do anything. He'd given up on arguing with his mom, when she said things that way she'd be too stubborn for her mind to be changed. Whenever his mom said something like that, it was final.
After the unpacking was done, he walked up to his room and plopped down on his bed. He sat there looking at his ceiling. He didn't particularly miss his old school, in fact he was happy he could get away. when suddenly, he got a weird feeling. Not so much a pain, but… a weird feeling. He dismissed it as just some random feeling. He heard his mother call him down to get his stuff, and he. . .
Author: this creepypasta is really dumb and i regret this exercise. I suspect it may remain permanently unfinished.