Simon Riley had been in foster care since age 13, now being close to his sixteenth birthday. He had been taken in after his father was incarcerated and his mother had, somewhat willingly, given him up.

There were numerous other teens in this home, all aged 12-16. Simon being third oldest. Each had one roommate. His room was rather bare and shared with one other boy his age—Johnny. They were pretty close friends, both being rule breakers. Johnny had tanned skin and a black Mohawk. Being a year younger.

They were only given basic clothing. Jeans, hoodies, boxers… nothing extravagant or branded, the essentials really. The small amount of money Simon received was instantly saved into his bank, as he wanted to learn to drive one day.

Recently they’d all been announced that another girl would be joining. And that she was very shy due to previous neglect. She would be sharing with Lola, the youngest girl here being 12.

When he caught sight of you for the first time, he was shocked. Somehow your body was even thinner than his own, your eyes were dull with dark circles. Your arms were scarred and pale. Closely you held your backpack to your body.