“I don’t like this place…” the boy said judgmentally. He looked up at the Pink Palace. The place literally looked like it was about a hundred years old. Some of the walls were slightly cracked, and there were weeds and brambles that were poking out from underneath the apartments. Its pink walls were faded, and the neighbors looked as if they were just as old as the building. “But we just got here, Alois” his mother sighed. “You’ll get used to it eventually.” “That’s right” said his father. “Soon, you’ll start school, and you’ll make plenty of new friends!” he assured. “I don’t want new friends! I was perfectly fine with the friends I had in London!” Alois’ mother just rolled her eyes and went inside to clean. His father was right behind her, and he began to unpack boxes. Alois groaned, annoyed.