Username: ~Faye~

Name: Aryan
Name meaning:A indian origin name meaning "Strong and Kind-hearted," Also "One who is good to others."
Gender: Male
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In other situations, being a teenager in the back of a police car is not the ideal day. For this one however, it was one of his best. He sat in silence as the blast of sirens, thudding footsteps and yells melded into white noise in the young man's head. He would've been in an ambulance with the others, but there was no space and he wasn't hurt.
A large man opened the driver's side door. The young man could feel his eyes on him through the rear view mirror, not angry, as he was used to, just confused?
"Hey, kid." The man said tentatively as the car began pulling away from the scene, the kid lifted his head in acknowledgement, wisps of boyish hair falling around his face. Scowling a bit in reflex. He tried again. "You a'right?," He paused, he was pretty filthy, dirt on his face and in his hair, sickly pale he handed him an extra T-shirt as it was the only thing he had.
"Every man in that gang has been arrested, we got all the kids out." He gave a small smile at the boy, not wanting to push, but hoping for a response.
A nod was all as the car fell into silence, now he could think.
What will happen now? He and the other kids in that old warehouse...were free. He didn't have anyone. He watched as people passed on the rainy street, as a young man ran up to an elderly man, holding an umbrella over the man's head. An exchange of smiles. He made a promise to himself.
I will be kind, and merciful...and everything that I wasn't in that warehouse. After hours of questions and confusion and waiting and contained anger he was back in that car, he had no parents and no choice really. They pulled up to a house.
"You're staying at Anita's Boys' home for a while," The officer had stated as the kid was already out of the car. An Indian woman came around the corner, she was carrying some boxes and he realized there was his chance. He gritted his teeth together as the officer came up behind him. "That's Ani-," He was cut off as the boy strode forward
"I want the boxes." He was looking aggressively determined as he stopped the woman in her tracks, grabbing a box. She looked startled but didn't move to do anything. Feeling he did something wrong he looked down sheepishly,"To...help...you." He mumbled, as an echoing laugh came from the woman. He looked up, face burning only to realize she released the box.
"New one?" She called to the officer, turning then patted his cheek, he might've pushed her away if he hadn't been so surprised. "What's your name, sweetie?"
"No name,"
"What?" Anita turned, pressing a finger to her lips. "Aryan."
"Aryan?" He tested it, it was nice.
Anita smiled, leading him into his new home.
He'll be a good man.