This means war. by bryony eats ramen

Prologue

This means war!

Prologue

Moving house is too the majority of people out there, a big deal.

After all you have to take into context the major points of moving, the pros and cons if you will.

You have to make sure that you’re going to a nice area for starters, that your new abode is to your line of standards, local shopping centres and other necessities of life are close at hand and most importantly that you have wonderful fascinating neighbours that know when to keep to them selves, right?

Unfortunately the majority of the public will agree with me on this one, unless you have the money you can’t always get want you want, though sometimes even with a well endowed bank balance that is not always true.

There’s that one in a million chance that you will move next door to your worst nightmare.

When you’ve worked so damn hard to get where you are and all you want is a nice comfortable home in a nice well sought after area and lead a perfectly nice and ultimately boring life.

So when you find that lovely little place to call home you don’t really expect to become quickly acquainted with the dysfunctional family from hell.

And the only problem with this is that you can’t really move back in with mummy and daddy because your too damn proud and stubborn, besides you’ve just paid one hefty mortgage loan to get that house and you will damn well live in it even if you have to start a re enactment of the battle of the Somme.

Though to be quite fair with ones self, there is after all only a one in a million chance of that happening.

So to be frank if this does ever occur there are only two possibilities to solve this.

One become a church mouse recluse and huddle in the corner of your bedroom, rocking yourself into a stupor at night, whilst making one psychiatrist a very rich and happy man as you slowly lose your marbles. Or you can damn well show those bastards what you’re made of.