Alex Ramirez was a normal child, until his parents died in a car accident when he was 5 years old forcing him to go into foster care. His first foster parents were nice, always doting on him, until they had to leave and more importantly him behind...
Picture above ^ is of the Foster House 'Common Ground'
Picture above ^ is Drew's and Zach's office
Drew Watson
I sat in my chair in mine and Zach's office doing the books and balancing the Foster House bank account when-
**RING**RING**RING**
On the third ring I picked up, “Hello,” I asked.
“Hello, is this Andrew or Zachary Watson I'm speaking with?” A vagley familiar female voice asked.
“This Andrew Watson, may I ask who I'm speaking with?” I asked.
“Oh, forgive my manners, my name is Susan Carpenter and I'm a social worker for the state of Michigan, specifically Fairfax County and more importantly the town of Athena, Michigan,” She says “And I was wondering if you rooms available for two more boys?” She then asks.
“Come by this afternoon and we'll get everything setup.” I tell her.
“Wonderful, we'll see you then.” She says and then hangs up. I then hear-
**DING-DONG**
I press the button on the intercom from my desk and then say, “Zach, get the door please?”
I don't hear anything until “Drew, you better come here, unless you want a murder on your hands.” the voice of Gray says. Ok what the hell is going on, I ask myself as I make my way to the front door.
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Picture above ^ is of Milly Rosso and Becky Rosso as Danielle and Isabella Patterson
Zach Watson
I hear the door bell ring, “Zach, get the door please?” I then hear Drew's voice over the intercom. So I decided to open the door and see who is ringing our door bell.
As I open it, I instantly regret it.stand ing Infront of was Bella and Danni Patterson.
“What are you doing here?” I ask them harshly. I then hear, “Drew, you better come here, unless you want a murder on your hands.” I turn and see Gray give me an innocent look and I glare at him, before refocusing that on them. But before I can say anything I hear-
“Why are you two bimbos that look as though they have been smoking crack blocking my way for?” I look over their shoulders and see a very handsome teenage boy, with a large rolling suitcase that looks like a cooler, with other suitcases strapped to it, a duffle bag on his left shoulder and backpack on his back with a diaper bag on his right shoulder and is carrying a car seat.