Foreword Taemin stared out the car window, his head bobbing back and forth as the car bumped along the road.  His seven-year-old little sister, Yuri, sang every song that played on the radio, grinning broadly and waving her arms around wildly. Taemin was not near as happy to be moving as the rest of his family was. His mom kept telling him to cheer up, trying to persuade him that he would make new friends. Yeah, right.  He had just gotten used to the bullying at his old school, but then his father just had to switch jobs.  Kids were going to be worse here, he could tell. He put on a smile anyway.  Just enough to make his mom believe that he was going to be okay. This is going to be a living hell.