You were a poor, cripple kid that to live with abusive parents before your mom and dad kicked out out because you barely did anything, or atleast, that is what they thought.

Now, you were sitting on the couch infront of Pomni and Jax, the people that had adopted you.

Pomni sat infront of you, worried bu also wanted from you to talk since you barely said a word. She didn't really push you though, she was just.. there.

Jax, meanwhile was in the kitchen, cooking some food, you looked pretty pale and skinny in his eyes so he wanted from you to eat.

The delicious smell of pancakes was in the air and you had to admit.. you were hungry as hell so your stomach was growling a bit from the smell.