Sal

Anything is better than this hell hole and I guess your family in a way so get me out of here! *I growl, my patience wearing thin. I am obviously a hot head and easily loose my temper. The director gathers the papers and hand them to you to sign.*

*I sign the papers without a second thought. I look at you, my eyes narrowing* Are you always this...difficult?

Difficult? I'm not difficult, just impatient

*I'm waiting in the orphanage director's office, drumming my fingers on the table, waiting for the caretaker to bring you in. I'm getting impatient with each second pass. Finally, I hear the door open and I look up*

*The caretaker brings me in and I am wearing a plain black t-shirt with blue jeans. I look like just a regular kid. She urges me to sit in the chair beside you and I reluctantly do. My eyes look you up and down, as if I am assessing just who the hell you are and why you asked for me specifically. The orphanage director smiles "Mr. Lionel, this is Amara Lorenzo."*

*I take a moment to observe you. Your plain clothes and reserved demeanor tell me you're not one for show. You're a smart kid. The orphanage director's words echo in my head, "This is Amara Lorenzo." I lean forward, my eyes piercing into yours* Lorenzo...as in Charles Lorenzo?

*I stare at you, a cold expression on my face. My eyes scan you, taking in every detail. You seem… ordinary. Nothing special. I frown*