LAFONTE, aphrodite

[aphrodite lafonte]

fundamentals;
the basic facts that make up aphrodite lafonte.

name; Aphrodite Lafonte née Jacqueline Evangeline Lafonte. Once we're marked and begin attending the House of Night, you become legally emancipated therefore, we're allowed to change our names. You will not believe how quickly I snapped up that opportunity. What? Did you really think I enjoyed being called Jacqueline? My name was 'Jac' for short, Jac for fuck sake. That's a boys name. I can't see anything masculine about me, so like, it was completely inappropriate. Not to mention disgusting. Jacqueline is an old lady's name, and so is Evangeline for that matter. So, I became Aphrodite. The name was perfect for me. Hell, it was probably made for me. Aphrodite is the goddess of love and beauty and well, have you seen me? I radiate beauty. I don't even have to go into detail about that, you must be blind, mentally retarded or gay not to see that. Anyway, Aphrodite is also the daughter of Zeus, and Zeus is like, the god of gods, or whatever. Basically, he rules, just like my Dad since he's mayor. So, my name is rather fitting don't you think?

age; I was born on February 16th 1992 which makes me currently nineteen. I'm in my last year at the House of Night (finally) also known as Sixth Form.

species; Regular fledglings, yes did you notice how I had to add the word regular there? Well yeah, I'm just making it completely and utterly clear that I am not in anyway connected to those god awful 'Children of the Mist'.

born; Tulsa born and bred, but don't get me wrong, I am sure as hell not some fucking Okie. I can pronounce my words, thank-you. I'm not "droppin' e'ry lett'r y'all" like some bumpkin. I was taught better.

affinity; I was gifted with an affinity in my very first year at the house of night, although, I would personally call my affinity a curse as it's far from pleasant in like, any way possible. You see, I'm a prophetess as I have visions from the future. All of them are disasters, nothing is ever 'Hey Aphrodite, thought you might like to know that this awesome thing is going to happen' no, it's always 'Aphrodite, hundreds of people are going to die, here watch them die and feel their pain, then go figure out a way to stop it'. Yeah, it's not nice.

history;
those crucial past events.

this isn't perfection;

I am only on this Earth because it was the ‘normal’ thing to do. The ‘expected’ thing. The ‘typical’ thing. There isn’t a maternal bone in my mother’s body, nor is there a paternal one in my father. Having a child was just something that was expected of them, you know the classic tale. Boy meets girl, they fall in love, have a child and live happily ever after. Glancing at my family, you would assume that we had this perfect life, the perfect parents, with perfect jobs, a perfect home and a perfect daughter but in reality, this whole image of perfection is an outright lie. A lie so brilliantly thorough that nobody knows the truth, except me. My parents are deluded enough to believe it themselves, although the one thing they don’t believe they have is a perfect daughter. My mother, Christine Lafonte, would be classed as a typical gold-digger since she is fifteen years my father’s junior although she no doubt looks younger than she actually is. Currently, my father, Edward Lafonte, is fifty-four, meaning that when I was born my mother was only twenty years old which is pretty young to be having your first (planned) child. Hm, perhaps it would be easier to start from the very beginning, well from my mother’s beginning.

Christine Taylor was the youngest of five children living in the small town of Ackley, Wisconsin. She lived a below average life, it wasn’t terrible but it could have been a hell of a lot better still. Her birth had been an accident; her parents had clearly slipped up one night and forgotten contraception. Hell, they’d probably slipped up a load before, I mean hello, they had five kids. Anyway, being the youngest child meant that Christine was automatically at the bottom of the pecking order with her siblings. All of her clothes were passed down from her older sisters, and sometimes even from her two brothers on occasion. Truth was, that none of the five kids had a good relationship with their parents, and they all lacked some pretty vital nurturing. I’m sure their parents loved them, they were just so preoccupied with money so that they could actually buy food and afford the rent for their house that their children were just emotionally neglected. When you’re constantly worrying about money it doesn’t leave very much time to spend with your children. So, the five children were all generally unpleasant because of this. Nothing major of course, they weren’t that neglected. Just the small things. The oldest daughter, Katherine, had a taste for ‘bad boys’ in a desperate attempt to gain attention from her parents. Jack, the second oldest, enjoyed being completely aloof, he would disappear all night to who knows where doing god knows what. Sophie, the middle child, was perhaps the nicest. She had a painfully sharp tongue though, and was ruthless when it came to verbally abusing those who annoyed her. Otherwise, she was quiet and content with her friends company. Kit, the second youngest, was one of the god awful class clowns who spent their entire time mocking geeks and unfortunately for poor old Christine, she was usually the one these jokes were aimed at.

My mother grew up being painfully shy and self-conscious, having the piss taken out of her by her own brother and ignored by the rest of the family who’s attention she craved. Her life was very mundane, she wasn’t very clever so she didn’t have that great grades in school and basically she was trapped in Ackley. That was until Mr. Edward Lafonte was passing through Wisconsin though. For whatever reason my father was travelling through the state and his car broke down. He wound up in Ackley where the local mechanic set to work on fixing whatever it is that was broken in the engine or something. Basically, with nothing to do and not being able to go anywhere until the next day, Edward booked himself into the local hotel and made his way to the bar in the town which just happened to be nineteen year old Christine’s favourite haunt.

surveys;
facebook survey's that aphrodite has recently completed.

your closet & you;

• Most expensive thing in your closet?
  As if I’m supposed to remember the prices of everything. I have no idea. The most expensive thing I’ve bought recently is my blue Louis Vuitton Monogram Empreinte handbag, it cost $2,180,00. It’s not cash out of my wallet though, so who cares.
  
• What is your favorite color to wear?
  I should say pink, but I feel more inclined to say blue or to be more specifically, sapphire, I mean it totally makes my eyes pop.
  
• Favorite tee shirt?
  It has to of course be my ‘KFC’ shirt. No. Not Kentucky fried chicken, I’d rather die than let that grease be associated with me in any way. My Karl Lagerfeld shirt, the ‘C’ on ‘KFC’ is obviously replaced by the chanel logo and instead of Colonel fucking Sanders or whoever the hell he is it has Karl Lagerfeld on it. Oh, just look at it here.
  
• Something you'll keep for years to come?
  My ‘Caitlin’ Jimmy Choo heels in Coral. I love the colour, so much. They were $825 and they are beyond perfect. I mean they’re so hot. These sort of shoes will just never go out of style. Ever.
  
• Least expensive thing in your closet?
  Surprisingly, a Burberry coat. Whilst I was on vacation in England I was shopping in London and my dad just happened to have some form of connection with some woman who was involved with the label and basically, all you need to know is your truly was sporting a free Burberry trench coat at the end of the day.
  
• Anything borrowed in there?
  Borrowed? Sorry, I don’t want anyone else’s clothes, thanks.
  
• Anything stolen in there?
  No. As if I would need to steal anything when I have my dad’s credit card.
  
• Do you have a walk in closet?
  Obviously, there wouldn’t be enough room if I didn’t.
  
• Is you closet big enough?
  Barely, I have to go and speak to Meera, I seriously need an extension of my dorm room, it’s so small, it’s like, completely utterly unacceptable, my closet needs to be at least two times as big as it is now. I refuse to throw out any of my old clothes like everyone keeps suggesting.
  
• Something embarrassing that's in your closet?
  Nothing. Like, do you think I would ever let anything embarrassing get into my wardrobe, hell, I wouldn’t even buy anything embarrassing.
  
• Sexiest thing you own thats in there?
  One of my LBD’s (little black dress to you plebs). It hugs my curves perfectly and cuts off rather high up my thigh. It looks sexy as hell when paired with some killer heels.
  
• Favourite jeans?
  Currently, my black ‘Starlight’ levi skinny jeans seeing as they’re black, I’m able to wear them as my uniform.
  
• Are you satisfied with your closet completely?
  Not yet, Chanel’s new collection was released not long ago and I still haven’t been able to get out of the house of night for long enough to purchase everything I need from it. Sometimes being a fledgling is annoying as fuck.

this or that;

• Thongs vs. Granny undies :: thong, obviously.
  
• New york vs. Florida :: new york, shopping, duh.
  
• Paris hilton vs. Jlo :: paris, she’s more interesting to read about.
  
• Skinny dipping vs. Water skiing :: skinny dipping, obviously.
  
• Hairy legs vs. Hairy eyebrows :: ew ew ew, I can’t pick.
  
• Casinos vs. Scratch off tickets :: casino’s, vegas baby!
  
• Doritos vs. Popcorn :: popcorn.
  
• Ice vs. No ice :: no ice. All it does is melt and like, dilute your drink.
  
• Make-up vs. Just being natural :: make up, who could not wear it?
  
• Casual clothing vs. Sexy clothing :: sexy, need I say more?
  
• Acrylic nails vs. Natural nails :: acrylic, they look better.
  
• Facial vs. Masage :: massage, especially if it’s from a hot guy.
  
• Modelling vs. Stripping :: modelling, I’d never take my clothes off for money even if all of the girls at the House of Night say that I would.
  
• Rootbeer float vs. Smoothie :: smoothie, healthy all the way.
  
• Strip poker vs. Body shots :: body shots, way hotter.
  
• Broken heart vs. Broken leg :: broken leg
  
• Taxis vs. Buses :: taxi’s, as if I would ever go on public transport.
  
• New years vs. Christmas :: New years, Christmas is shit as a Lafonte.
  
• Laptop vs. Desktop :: Laptop, mac of course.

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