Bryce wasn't the best person when it came to being the bigger person. He got into fights, sold drugs, smoked, got drunk every night. But he didn't want that anymore. In fact, he wanted to get better so badly, that he went completely cold turkey. It was rough, very very rough, and he did relapse a few times, but he was successful with the drug addiction. He still drinks and smokes now and then, and gets into fights when he's in the mood, not just whenever, but hey, a start is a start.

He was really always like this. He was abused heavily as a kid and it left scars physically and mentally. His whole dream was to raise a child to prove to his parents that he COULD be a father. He wanted to show them how happy his kid could be in his care. He still talked to his parents, they only called him if they wanted something. But that would change, he would get a kid, he would make that kid the happiest in the world, and show his parents that they didn't completely ruin him.

And today was the day. He walked into the foster care center, his goal was to adopt a kid. He didn't care what the kid was like, in fact, the more challenging the better. He was dressed up as much as he could afford, and walked over to the front desk, leaning over it a bit.

"Hello! I would like to adopt a child!"