that would be enough || Lams

A Child

a/n: okay im starting to get annoyed by the 'omfg why does it say completed' and 'is this discontinued' comments like oh ny God ive mentioned it a thousand times even before i published the last 2 chapters of act 1- GUYS THIS BOOK IS COMPLETED- I marked it completed because it is completed and the only thing that keeps this book updating is the ongoing sequel RIGHT NOW. Please stop with those comments geez..

anyways, Lams arc will be delayed whoopsie- i made changes with the arcs and decided that ------'s arc will be prioritized for now.

also, guys- so sorry for the lack of updates, the Hamilton vibe really just disappeared and i sometimes i cant force myself to write these books anymore- Im considering on giving away my Self/Less fanfiction and shorten the 365 days and Home fanfics as well, and as for Welcome to hell- I'll try and shorten it too.

also thanks for 1k followers? means a lot to me though honestly i dont really care about the amount of followers i get, but im glad many people are joining the fam- ill try and make a proper thank you soon.

also super short ass chapter since this will be the introduction to ------'s arc.

ahh God it's 3:30 am and i just finished this, it took me thirty minutes so sorry this was so rushed and i was sleepy as hell

also if someone references a certain song at the last sentence of this chapter i will legit kill myself.

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It was a normal morning for John Laurens, his walk towards school was just like any other day, the breeze was refreshing, the sunlight filled his body with energy and the cool air felt like feathers upon his skin.

It was just gonna be a normal day at school, he thought. But why has he been staring at the child for almost five minutes now?

The child looked nothing special, rather- It looked like any other child he has seen everyday. But something about this boy intrigued him, his fluffy hair captured his attention, his pale, bruised skin sent pain and compassion through his golden heart, and his eyes almost begged the teen to go and help him right there and now.

The poor boy was digging up food from a trash bin, he desperately tried and looked for food that could fill his thin stomach, and that scene practically broke his heart.

He really wanted to help him, but he was late for class. He looked away and decided to help him later, but when he glanced back once again, he saw the distressed look on the poor boy's eyes, and the sight almost sent him crying as well.

He quickly rushed over to the poor boy, and when the child noticed him coming, he hugged himself in defense, standing up in a more threatening but obviously frightened positioned.

John finally got a good look of him, the boy barely looked like he was at the age between ten or nine, he looked miserable.

Then, a thought got John wondering: Where were his parents?

"Hey kid.." He cooed softly, and as John cursed himself for sounding like a total creep, the boy wanted to praise him for sounding like an angel "You hungry?"

The boy hesitated, then glared at him "What are you implying?"

John looked taken aback "Well, I-I was gonna ask if you wanted to come home with me and grab a tiny snack, you looked s-starving so I hoped.."

At this point, the boy knew that the weird, freckled teen was telling the truth judging from his small stutters and gestures, he then confirmed that the stranger infront of him was very easy to read just by looking at his actions.