A navy blue sedan pulls up outside the Lyle Group Home. "Do I really have to be here? It seems..." Ian protested, stopping when the driver raised his hand to quiet him. "Your parents both agreed that this would be the best place for you, young sir. You nor I have the ability to argue with their wishes." The driver parked the car and got out to open the door for Ian. [i]Of course you don't, Hector, you're employed by them. But shouldn't I have some say in the matter. It isn't fair... [/i] Hector opened Ian's door and Ian got out, the sun showing him in a basic purple t-shirt and blue jeans with black sneakers. "Are you sure that was the way you wished to present yourself?" Hector asked, closing the car door while handing Ian his bag of essentials. "And reveal my heritage right off the bat? Not a chance, I'd like something resembling a normal life here." Ian retorted, still mentally preparing for living here without the luxuries he had. [i]Still, I do wonder if the barriers are the reason I'm being sent here. Or maybe my parents do think that I'm a bit off. Or this is dumb... [/i] Ian's thoughts rambled on as he waited outside for the nurse he was told would let him in.