[Chapter 2] Alone?

                                    

                                          
{Ranboo POV}
                          


                          


                          
I had waited outside of Mr. Montgomery's office. I heard him ask someone for a favor and I knew exactly what that meant. It was a pity call. I stop listening when Mr. Montgomery starts reading my file, having heard everything before.
                          
I sigh and walk back to my small cramped room. The walk is short and mostly silent aside from the laughs of the other children playing outside. I never was very close with any of the other kids seeing as they didn't want to even come near me. I didn't mind though. I'm used to it.
                          
"Hey, Ranboo? Did you eat today? Montgomery would kill me if I didn't offer." I pause at Claire's voice looking for her. She was behind me in her little dress and bows. She was the favorite. The nonhybrid little girl with perfect yellow curls. It was a wonder why no one had adopted her yet.
                          
I shake my head yes even though I hadn't. I don't think I can stomach anything.
                          
"Oh well, Montgomery told me to tell you to get ready since someone's coming in a bit for an interview." I nod and continue the walk to my room. I open the door and shut it softly behind me. 
                          
I glance around and only take the small book off my rickety old desk. It was the only thing I ever unpacked after years of moving from home to home. I always was sent back so why would now be different. I sit down on my small scratchy bed taking out a pencil and opening up to where I left off. I liked to journal throughout the day and it helped with my memory which since my head was dunked in bleach has been pretty foggy.
                          
"Pity calls can never be trusted. I should know after what pity calls have done to me before. Don't trust them and stay out of the way. Don't plan on making friends." I sigh and put the pencil down and flip through a few pages shaking slightly. I didn't want to go where they could hurt me. I don't think it's a good idea to try and run away though. I tried running once. It didn't end well. My thoughts started spiraling before abruptly stopping to a knock at the door. I check the time on my old broken watch. 
                          
You've been in here for hours?
                          
"Ranboo? Montgomery says to get your ass downstairs and into meeting room B." I shook as I opened the door faced one of the older kids. He was nice enough but he swore a lot.
                          
"Hey man, hope your interview goes well." I nod and head towards the front office. The looks from the kids as I pass by make me hunch my shoulders and make myself less tall. I always was a really tall kid.

                          
Why do you have to be so damn tall?
                          
"Ranboo, I made sure to call you down early so you can observe the room. I know you like to do that." I smile slightly and nod ducking into the familiar room.
                          
 It was small but that didn't stop there from being small toys and fidgets in a basket in the corner. I knew they swapped these out every week or so but never really got new toys. These look on the newer side and were probably donated. I sit cross-legged on the floor taking a random thing out of the basket. It happened to be a little bag stuffed to the brim with letter blocks to teach kids how to spell. I fiddle with them for a bit before I hear the door open.
                          
I tense and look up expecting to see a cleanly polished man like all the other pity calls. Instead, I see a winged hybrid man with a funny hat on his head and a goofy smile. We sit staring at each other for a moment before I let out an involuntary enderman noise. I slap my hand on my mouth and turn away back to the blocks I didn't even know I was stacking. I feel a slight presence next to me making me flinch and look up again.
                          
"Hey there, my name's Philza Watson. You can call me Phil."