DEETER, aphrodite peyton.

[APHRODITE PEYTON DEETER]

APHRODITE PEYTON DEETER

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FULL NAME: aphrodite peyton deeter
AGE: twenty two
MEMBER GROUP: teacher/ staff
GRADE: n/a
BIRTH PLACE: ontario, canada
RELIGION: christian
SEXUALITY: straight
PLAYBY: kristen bell

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AND IF YOU SWEAR THAT

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they say that age is but a number. that time is eternity, if you don't count the seconds, the years, the days. that it all runs together in the end. that the more seconds you spend worrying about time, the less of it you get. but i'm worried. i'm worried about time. because time is everything. i remember that first day, that weird first day. that day i met him. his hair was all messy, and he was scrawny, but bright. he seemed underapreciated, and misunderstood. i remember how wrong it felt that first time, and how i reacted. i remember letting myself love it for one whole moment, and regret it for a whole nother thirty seconds. i know this is wrong. i know being with him is wrong, lawfully. possibly ethically. he won't even look at the other girls in class. and there are some pretty good looking ones, let me tell you. not that i look at them like that. but to be in a place like this? there's some nice looking boys and girls. and you know what that tells me? that today, society is superficial, fake, and fucked up as a whole. but if you had half of a brain you already knew that. but i guess you, unless put in my place, in my shoes...you just wouldn't understand. i love him? i think. even if he's four years younger than i am. even if i could go to jail for it. oh god. he's fucking jail bait. whatever. i do feel very strongly about the boy, i have to admit. it was there, from day one. i mean, it was hard for it not to be there, but whatever. the math room, just a room full of bored, over-educated, spoiled brats before he came. and now? now i cannot stand the fact that he has to be there, sitting there. staring at me. i try not to look at him, it only makes it worse. i try not to talk to him, not to lead him on. and he knows. i've told him time after damn time. we shouldn't be together, we shouldn't be talking like we are, we shouldn't want to be with each other. that it's just not right. that he should be with girls his age. not older...women. not that i'm that old...

i was born february fifth, and am...well, you certainly never ask a woman or a lady, whichever you prefer to call it how old they are! i'm a natural blonde, and was ridiculed for it. hullo, brunettes...they're are some pretty dumb brunettes and redheads. look at lindsay lohan! haha. sorry, i'll play nice. i love the beach, vintage (everything//anything), sports, writing, and unfortunately, noel. i hate cheaters, sad hallmark-tear-jerker movies, books written in 'black early ninteen hundred southern' dialect, and whores. oh, and i love my job.

WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO

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NAME: abbi
AGE: sixteen
EXPERIENCE: a wii bit =^.^=
TIME ZONE: central
OTHER CHARACTERS:victoria, joaquin, evermore

HAHAH. KIDDING, RIGHT? evermore <3