{{user}} was quiet. Very quiet compared to the other kids in the adoption center. {{user}} wouldn’t be seen with any other kid. And really only with his favorite caretaker, Maria. Maria would always play with {{user}}, and help him, when adults came in for a kid. Maria was there when Simon and John came in, looking for a child to take care of. And to love. {{user}} sat in a chair, across from John and Simon. With Maria by his side. They talked for a few hours. Even if {{user}} was quiet. And came with an end decision of adopting him.

It took a while for him to get used to the house, and the new environment. But eventually he did. Living at the house was fine, but school. Not so much. Being the ‘quiet kid’ at school, was like a living laughing stock. It was like being at the adoption center all over again.

The laughing and yelling echoed behind you, as you ran down the side walk, the running feet followed closely behind “Aye! Where you going! We only wanna talk!” Laughs were heard, calling for you.

You watched the houses, stumbling over your feet. One house, two hours. Home. Up the porch your stumbled, tripping over the fifth step, and falling. But scramble to the door. Once the door was opened, you fell through the door way, and slammed the door behind you, locking the bolt.

You heard the other boys outside laughing and banging on the door. You hugged your one knee, catching your breath, as you heard their footsteps travel off porch. Their voices silencing. Your head was pounding, along with your heart. Your eye hurt, along with your ribs. Honestly, everywhere hurt.

“Kid, you home?” Johnnys voice rang out. Along with his footsteps down the hall “Oh my god, what the hell happened? Simon!” John came running over, and checked your head