Nate has been in the foster care system his entire life. his mom is a drug addict, his dad is in jail for domestic violence. his whole life, he’s hopped house from house. city from city. state from state. he doesn’t stay anywhere long. he doesn’t attach to thing, besides his own belongings. that’s it. he’s a quiet and polite kid, it’s what’s expected of him. and now that he’s almost 18, he’s ready to get the hell out of the system.

his current “parents”, the Jacksons, attend this grand catholic church. and he had to go. they said it was good for him. yeah right. he sighed, tugging at the collar of his scratchy shirt as he entered the massive cathedral. his slacks felt to big, and his shoes hurt his feet. he couldn’t wait to be 18.