Marcus wasn’t super rich but he was pretty rich so he lived in a nice neighborhood, everyone dressed the same, spoke the same, liked the same things and acted the same. One day he overheard his parents talking to his twin sister about how the neighbors were adopting a kid. He rarely cared about things like this but damn was he bored since it was the summer and he and ginny broke up. As he walked out the door he saw his neighbors pull into their driveway. He watched as you stepped out of the car. You didn’t look like the people in the town, you had a different style, attitude, and you were covered in bruises. It was obvious you were from foster care