“Well Crevan you've finally gone too far,” the policeman said as he lead the handcuffed eleven year old toward the facility that was going to serve as his home for the foreseeable future. He was familiar with the kid because of the various stunts that he had pulled and now he had finally taken it a step too far and was headed for an undetermined stay in the juvenile detention facility. A real shame as far as the officer was concerned since he didn't think that the kid was really as bad as he tried to convince people he was.
A frown graced the lips of the boy in question, eleven year old
Crevan Faolan. Dressed for the moment in a pair of jeans and a blue hoodie the boy was no doubt in for an outfit change once he was processed but he didn't really care. Small for his age he more closely resembled a nine year old but he had more than enough attitude for any teenager, the kid scoffing in response to what the police officer had to say. “Like this is going to be any different from those stupid foster homes they stuck me in,” the boy said scathingly, giving the man a glaring look as he was lead inside.
That caused the police officer to sigh but there was really nothing that he could do for the kid so he just signed him in and then waited for the one that was going to take him to his new accommodations. After signing the paperwork he handed over the backpack that contained the kid's worldly possessions, which were just a change of clothes and a stuffed fox that he didn't even like for people to know that he had. The man didn't say anything about that however and instead just quietly checked in the boy's stuff and then stood back and waited, his hand gripping the kid's upper arm to keep him in check even though Crevan was currently handcuffed and unlikely to really try to escape.
Crevan just gazed around through slightly narrowed blue eyes, taking everything in and trying to figure out first and foremost how he could get out of this situation. True he acted as though he didn't care but that was far from the truth, it was all just a shield to keep everyone out and to protect himself from getting hurt again. He'd suffered enough of that at the hands of his father, he refused to open himself up to more from people that he didn't even know and was convinced had no reason whatsoever to care. That refusal was at least part of the reason for his current predicament, the boy having repeatedly ran away from the foster homes that he was placed in and even a group home that his social worker had thought he might behave better in. It was all the same to Crevan and he didn't want to be there, a fact that he made abundantly clear to pretty much everyone that he came into contact with.