Nah, she doesn't act like an alien at all. She does look a bit like her though? It couldn't be, Maria's child would never come to Roswell. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thought. Changing the subject he added,
"So Julie, you still taking the boys this week?" Well it was a pretty good question seeing that she now had one more to take care off.
Julie's POV
"Most definitely!" She tried to surpass her anger. How could he think she wouldn't take her own children. "Charlie hun, why don't you go order something on me? I just have to talk with Kyle for one sec." She says finding a twenty bill and handing it to the silent girl.
"Sure, thanks!" Charlie said taking the money and walking towards the stools.
"Kyle, just because I adopted her doesn't mean I don't want my own sons!" Did I offend him, some how?
"Why though? Why?" He asked sounding a bit hurt. "Our kids aren't good enough?" he questioned me, searching for my eyes. I continued staring at the ground.
"Look, Kyle! I wanted a daughter, I want to be able to help her with her hair, talk with her about boys," I said well trying my hardest not to cry.
"Aww… Jules don't cry" he comforted me. I guess it got awkward, because instead of the hug he always gave me when I was upset, he just patted my back. Why did we divorce again? We loved each other?
Charlie's POV
"Hey Julie?" Was that right should I had called her Mom?
"Yes, hunny?" She questioned. I noticed her eyes had been red, what happened? Why is this place so strangely familiar?
"Uh, where's the bathroom?" I asked.
"Oh! Through that door at the back" She said well pointing to the door near the back.
"Thanks! I'll be right back" I commented while walking over there.
"Ok…" I heard her saying as I was almost there. I couldn't stand it any longer. I went in the bathroom and locked the door. I turned the waste bucket over and moved it near the small high window. Finally I sighed to myself taking out a patch of smokes, and climbing on the bucket. I didn't want to upset my new foster parent with my terrible smoking habits.
Scott's POV
Oh great I was late again! I work shifts in the kitchen at the "Crashdown". My parents co-own it, because they didn't want to be totally devoted to it, like my Grandparent's were. I had to get changed into my uniform, but the bathroom door was locked. I had knocked, but no one answered. I wasn't usually aloud to use my alien powers, but a stupid customer must have locked the door. I unlocked the door, as I entered it I saw…