The cop walked up to the door with Danny and knocked on the mahogany wood. The door opened and a friendly man revealed himself. He looked extremely pleasant but Danny still felt sick to his stomach. The cop explained she found him on the streets and the man nodded then motioned for Danny to enter.
" Go on kid, these people wont hurt you." The cop beckoned, obviously noticing Danny's nervousness.
He blinked then walked in. It was a grand home, a mansion, if you will and it like the man looked just as pleasant, but Danny was less than ecstatic.
" Hi my name is Derek and I own this place." He beamed holding out a large hand. Danny shook it hesitantly. " Well lets find you a room shall we," Derek said breaking the awkward silence.
They walked up the stairs and passed many other teens on the way. " Kids live here ranging from thirteen to eighteen, we provide everything you need and we have counselors and activities. Everyone is here to help so never hesitate to ask questions or just talk to someone." Explained Derek. Danny tried to keep up with the tall man, his long legs made him walk faster than Danny could. " Anyway this is your room make yourself comfortable, there's a kitchen downstairs and bathrooms scattered about. Also there is a laundry room in the basement. Enjoy, oh and I didn't quite catch you're name."
Danny couldn't speak he just didn't have the nerve, he didn't enjoy life on the street, but felt awkwardly out of place. Derek could understand, he had many kids who were either unable to speak or just wouldn't from their troubled pasts. So the slender man smiled and left the raven-haired boy alone.
"Well Fenton looks like you'll have to make do with this," He muttered to himself.