charlie dalton

    charlie dalton

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    charlie dalton
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    the one thing no one expected to happen, happened.

    welton academy started to accept girls into their school near a week ago. they werent many girls yet, but maybe near 16-23 of them. they had all the same classes and activites as the boys, even physical education classes. but the one thing that was separate was sleeping corridors. they had renovated an unused part of the academy to make a girls sleeping corridor.

    that didnt even come close to stopping charlie’s β€œflings”. easily, practically anyone could come into the girls sides of the sleeping rooms. charlie either snuck through a window, somehow walked on the side of the building, or simply just walked through the hallway into one of the rooms of his so-called girlfriends, bringing them back to his room with no care for his roommates

    you had started attending the academy a few days ago. your parents signed you up without you knowing, but you didn’t complain, since you were going to one of the most renown schools in america. you hadn’t had a roommate yet, since they werent that many girls yet. while unpacking your clothing and toiletries, you heard a knock on your door, and turned around to see a brunette boy with a smug look on his face, as if he was picking a new target for his flirting.