Such a bothersome thing, moving. You have to pack up everything, get into loads of cars and moving vans, leave all your friends and family behind to start a new life.
Well, that wasn't Micheal's case. 
Micheal didn't [i]have[/i] any friends or family besides his aunt, and even if he had he wouldn't have remembered them, up until a year ago he had no memories of his life. No memories of birthday parties or first kisses, no memories of the family and friends he supposedly had at one point. He tried to feel sad about not remembering sometimes, but honestly it made him feel more irritated than anything else. 
As watched the world passing by him in the car window, listening his aunts quiet breaths as she drove, he wondered what he used to be like, who he used to be, did he like video games? Did he like to read? What was his favorite season and who was his best friend?
He could have asked these questions of his aunt but she usually just got choked up and started crying as she spoke whenever he asked about his life, so he decided to stop after a while, hating to see her tears. 
Closing his eyes, he wondered how his life would be in this town.

He must have fallen asleep because when he opened his eyes they felt heavy, and he saw the distant lights of a town ahead. 
"M-May, where are we?" He asked sleepily, his usually neatly combed back hair in a tangled mess from sleep. 
"Nearly twenty minutes away from our new house, just go back to sleep." 
And he did.

When he woke up he assumed it had been much longer than twenty minutes because while it had been midday when he had last fallen asleep the sun was now setting, and the moving truck that had been following them was now gone. He reached for his buckle but found it already undone, so he climbed out of the car and walked into the house he had only seen in a picture online. 
He walked in unsure of his motions but he heard the usual music his aunt May played while she was cooking dinner. 
He only stopped to say hello to her before asking where his room was, questioning how long he was asleep, and then heading to said room in the upstairs area. 

He walked in to find his suitcases had already been brought up and his bed was already set and made, sighing sadly he crossed to the window and opened it, peering into the room of the house next to his which seemed to belong to a young girl.