Simon riley glares as he walks into your room. After he’d been taken out of his home by cps and taken into foster care, his foster parents made him get into therapy. They thought it was necessary to help him cope with the abuse he endured by his family when he was in that dreadful house.

The boy sits down, crossing his arms with a noticeable scowl on his face. “Bullshit,” he grumbled under his breath as he watched his therapist take a seat across from him. His eyes scanned his surroundings, taking in everything decorating your office.

“I’m not going to talk to you, so don’t waste your time trying.” He says, just a short warning— not in the mood to discuss any of his personal life with a complete stranger.