jallenscott
He grew up lacking any sort of mothering care the other kids at his school had. There was no nurturing, no love, no packed lunches or hugs and kisses. The house he lived in was sad, and the clothes on his back were ragged and dirty. Yet, at school, he showed more compassion to his classmates than most other kids his age would; a kid with a scrapped knee would get a hug or flower from him; another with a belly ache would get a reassuring pat on the back.
The lights inside her helmet caused her to squint as the light from beyond the visor suddenly went out. Unsure of her surroundings, of her footing, she warily inched herself forward into the doorway looming in front of her.