Lance is tired of where he’s at in life. He has lived with the same awful foster family for about five years now and he just can’t be there for another year.
He’s tried to explain things to his “friends” at school but Rolo and Nyma always brush him off and tell him to get over it. The last time things got really bad at home and he tried to talk about it, they cut him off and said “they’re always like that.” And quickly changed the subject.
So yeah. He’s tired, tired of being ignored and treated like he doesn’t matter to anyone. Tired of trying and always being cut down. Tired of being told he’s not alone when he couldn’t feel more lonely.
So he left.
He packed his belongings and left in the middle of the night. No goodbyes and no notes.
He travels for a couple weeks, trying to get as far away from his old town as possible, before he is forced to stop in a small town. He was planning on just sleeping in the park and after finding a place to eat, hop back on the bus and continue his way, but that changed when a small group of people came across him in the middle of the night and insist he sleep at their house.