<div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aimee Ryan<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>First year Silver Student<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Angstipated<br/><strong>Clothes:</strong>Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/aimee_meet_andy/set?id=58634201)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>open<br/><hr/><br/>The whole idea of the school made her head hurt.  She missed her big brother.  She hated her parents for sending her here.  And this class? Self-love, what a crock.  She had no problem being comfortable in her own skin, but diddling herself was substitute for skin on skin time with another person.  She still wasn't convinced her explorations with Tiffany, the reason her parents left her in this hell hole, were anything more than just an experiment.  If only the parents knew the real truth about which of their children was homosexual.  She watched though, as the counselor and very effeminate male student approached the mirrors.<br/><br/>She had to chuckle at the cheesy pickup line Mister Cartier used on himself.  Did he think that worked? With anyone guy or gal?  Aims shook her head at the girl that walked out.  Though, if the girl really did prefer girls, she could see how this whole thing would be offensive.  The school was ridiculous.  At least it had plenty of hot teachers.  She spoke up at the extra credit however.<strong>"Do we get more extra credit for doin' the nasty?"</strong>She smirked a little.  Her roommate would likely never go for it, but she sometimes got a sick pleasure out of needling people.