#ashleytheclone

                    "You are not looking very strong."

          Helena teased through her own           brash smirk.

There he sat and waited on an old wooden chair which had seen it's years. To people, who didn't knew him, he looked like any other newly finished teacher-student.  The only thing that would give away that he was different, was the way he sat; back straight and head up. No mobile was in between his hands, and his his ironed white shirt and denim jeans looked like he just came from a 90's fashion magazine.

He had been told that another teacher would help get him settled. He was going to teach in History, and maybe even in sports too. He couldn't believe how the last couple of years had past, but then again, when you have lived for two hundred years a few seems like nothing. He looked to the hall-door as he heard footsteps, and they were definitely not from a child. In cam a woman, the teacher he expected, and Alden stood up and stretched out his hand to her. "Hi, it's me who's Alden... or Franklin. I don't know if you guys call each other by first or last name?" he smiled a little nervously.

⌂ for my muse sacrificing themselves for yours

"No!" Ashley insisted, shaking her head "You’re not giving yourself up to DYAD just so I don’t have to go in some they can run all their tests. It’s not happening!"

*Attack-hug*