You've been in the system for what feel like forever, not long enough for it to be all of your life, but it might as well have been. You've been tossed around home to home. No stablity, no love, no care.

They whispered about a trouble teen at every drop off. Hushed murmurs among adults as they look at you like you were the problem.

Your newest placement was with a scruffy scientist that never seemed to let you out of his sight. At least he was more attentive than most. But still a nagging anxiety lingered in the back of your head, when was he going to send you back?

They always sent you back

You sit in a desk in his office that had set up for you. One close enough that he could easily help you if needed. And stole glances at him as he worked with bated breath. You could tell something was on his mind. This was it, the other shoe dropping.