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- Joined
- Nov 30, 2012
Things always followed the same patterns. No matter which city, country, or even world he was sent to, Quinn would always see the same exact things happening there. It came to the point where thinking that the grass was greener on the other side became false, it was the same shade no matter where one stood. He had found that out the hard way. This was a new place to test.
They had had enough, they being the last foster parents he had. He had been fine for a while, but things piled up, fights began. Well, it was not his fault he would say, although he knew that his own taunting of the others had quite a bit to do with it. At first, they would say that he would grow out of his behaviors, but as time progressed no change was made and the people soon gave up, just sending him off to have someone else deal with him. This would continue on until he was eighteen when Quinn could be kicked out like the countless others that had been in his same situation. Society would eventually just forget they existed.
This place, as he found, was harder to get used to. It was a group home on a dingy street in a city. The other just ignored him as normal, it was how things always began, he did not have anything of interest to them and thus they left him alone. Quinn was already finding this a bit tedious after just a couple of days and he found himself itching for a fight or some sort of excitement around the dim place.
They had had enough, they being the last foster parents he had. He had been fine for a while, but things piled up, fights began. Well, it was not his fault he would say, although he knew that his own taunting of the others had quite a bit to do with it. At first, they would say that he would grow out of his behaviors, but as time progressed no change was made and the people soon gave up, just sending him off to have someone else deal with him. This would continue on until he was eighteen when Quinn could be kicked out like the countless others that had been in his same situation. Society would eventually just forget they existed.
This place, as he found, was harder to get used to. It was a group home on a dingy street in a city. The other just ignored him as normal, it was how things always began, he did not have anything of interest to them and thus they left him alone. Quinn was already finding this a bit tedious after just a couple of days and he found himself itching for a fight or some sort of excitement around the dim place.
