Cedric looked around his new room. After his car accident - the one that he had gotten into on purpose - his parents had decided to move. Instead of sunny California he now lived in boring West Chester. In Malibou there were things to do. In the smallish town in Pennsylvania there was nothing. And he meant nothing. No clubs - the only one had been shut down about two years ago. No surfing - there was no beach. And no teen-age friendly places. Unless he counted the mall, but he hated the mall there. In his mind there were no good clothing stores. At least he had discovered one good thing. A percentage of the high school males were either gay or bi-sexual. At least there would be people to fuck.

Harry sighed. He was tired of visiting the shrink. Just because his parents died because of a serial killer - and he himself was almost killed - did not mean he needed a shrink. He was positive of that. He had enough going on with his new foster family.

Harry had been put in with a very pair of obvious Roman Catholic adults. The other two kids there were pretty cool. He had talked to the younger one around school and seen his older sister in the halls from time to time. There wasn't much known about the two of them besides their names - Amser and Gethin. Harry knew their names were Welsh, but they looked Japanese, but he wasn't particuarly in the mood to contemplate his foster-siblings heritage.