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For a kid, Akira has never seen the fun in going to different places. Sure he wants to see things but, when he has to go live with strangers for at least 1 year, he isn't happy. But he will give it a chance. On the train to The next small town he will live in, he thought about what happened in the past 3 years. He has moved around 10 homes, ran away 50 times, got arrested 5, and never kept any cloths except for his hoodie and one glove. His left sleeve only reaches his elbow with how ripped it is. The glove was the only one that survived.
He had a rugged and torn backpack on the seat next to him, it contained his laptop and phone. He has a few emulators on his laptop, like Pokémon, and mother 3. He has not had the chance to charge it in weeks, so he was just looking at some pictures he had saved on his, oddly new phone. It was oddly new because it was touch screen and could connect to the internet. He never really thought about where the phone or laptop came from, but they where welcomed.
people said that if he wasn't troublesome then he could have a nice normal family. Everyone calls him a trouble maker, a brat, a nuisance.
There was one thing that was certain in his life, everyone leaves him. He lost his parents in a car accident when he was 7, he survived with a ripped hoodie and one glove. The next family had fallen pray to the apathy syndrome in Iwatodai. Now at 11 years of age he was sent to a smaller town, to be with a police officer. Probably to keep a better eye on me without the need for a social worker. There was a list of things that he needed to do once he got there.
- Find Ryotaro Dojima
- Don't anger him
- Don't ask him questions
- Don't make friends
- Do all my work.
With any luck he would get through this year without a hitch.
The train speakers started saying "Welcome to Inaba, please grab all your bags and exit the train."
Guess this was his stop. Time to see What would happen this year.