There’s almost a smile on her lips when she sees the dark haired boy. It looked like,                once again, they were both going to be shuffled into new homes. Another set of                families had decided against either of them. ( alpha didn’t really care. but it was nice                to be in the same room with her friend again. ) “Did another family decide you were                not the kid of their dreams? Was it your inability to shut up again?” She gives him                a grin for a quick moment. “Or was it your awful fashion taste?”

           It didn’t matter that she hadn’t seen Julian in a few years, she recognised him                instantly. Nobody else on the planet wore pants like he did. When she had left                the foster care system, even though she’d said her goodbyes and promised to                get in touch with him one day, she really hadn’t expected to see him again. She                guessed the Disney song was right; it was a small world after all. “Julian?” She                calls out his name to grab his attention. “Are you still making shitty decisions                concerning your pants?” But theres a smile tugging at her lips. And although                she hates to admit it, even to herself, she’s glad to see him. ( she’d be happier                if he’d ditched those pants for something better though. )

My mom (she’s blind btw) has tried to answer the tv remote before. XD Also tried to change the channel with the phone.

           Alpha wasn’t around too often, preferred being alone to anything else. So it wasn’t                a surprise that she didn’t know some of the resident’s names. “You,” the Russian                brunette points to him. “Are you the one crashing in my room?” She may not have                been around much but she liked it that nobody went into her room when she wasn’t                there.

i‘m honestly just tryin’a stay awake

@convictisms tfw alpha makes u dress nice for events u dont wanna be a

Charlotte was in the library for tutoring the following day. Murphy  had given her no explanation for the ghost she had seen the other  day, so all she could do was hope that she didn’t run into it again. She finished tutoring, and began to head out.. before she saw him again. However, instead of just calling for Murphy and letting him go, Charlotte decided that she was going to get to the bottom of the Murphy mystery.

“Hey!” Charlotte called at reasonable library volume before running up to  him and looking at his face. She raised a brow in confusion as she  realized that he really did look identical to Murphy. 

“Who are you? Are you Murphy? Are you trying to be funny?”