He was sitting patiently on his seat, anticipating when this plane was going to land. Later on, he could finally have a glimpse of the country he will live in from now on.
Quinn hurls a long sigh. He looked outside of the window, and a small island caught his attention.
The island looks beautiful from that height. The shape of the volcano that erupted a long time ago left a beautiful form like it was perfectly molded by the unknown.
A half-hour passed, and their plane finally landed at Mainland International Airport. He was 12 by then. No one of his few relatives wanted to take him in after his aunt was shot by her abusive boyfriend. He was there that time, hiding while calling 911 to help her aunt, but she was dead when help arrived.
He lived with his aunt after his parents died. However, he doesn't want to remember his past anymore.
