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Her father had a tendency of wanting to check over the people that his daughters dated. A series of questions and cleverly placed glares were sure to accompany this evenings meal as her father checked Josh over and gave approval or not. In some ways Josh had it harder than Mike had. Ceren was the baby of the family and also a major daddys girl. If her father didn’t approve of Josh the poor Hawthorne boy would definitely know it by the end of this meal. She herself would also know. Part of her was of course worried about two people she cared so much about meeting and possibly not liking each other, but for the most part she was positive that they would get along just fine. Her father was mainly looking to see if the person she was dating would treat her right. It wasn’t enough for her to tell him that though. He had to actually see it for himself. Turning the stove off and taking the rolls out of the oven, she glanced at the clock on the microwave to check the time and her eyes widened in surprise. Josh was going to be here soon and she hadn’t even changed yet. “Crapppp!” she muttered out, placing the food on the side and then quickly exiting the kitchen and scampering over to the staircase. Her heels clicked lightly on the steps as she hurried up them and over to her room that was on the second floor. <p>
Once in her room, she kicked off the heels she had one currently, already shrugging out of the shirt and jeans. There were a bunch of dresses and skirts and other fancier clothes hanging in her closet that she could choose from but a particular blue dress caught her attention and she took it off the hanger, placing it down on her bed before snatching a pair of navy blue stilettos to match the dress. The dress itself was the same shade, with a V neckline and showed off her curves perfectly. Running her hands down her sides to straighten out any wrinkles in the dress, she took a slight glance in the mirror and gave a nod in approval before adding the necklace he had given to her as a last touch. Heading back down the hall she bumped into her father, who looked utterly hopeless as he fussed with his tie. “Oh papa..” she laughed softly and went over to him, lightly swatting his hands away and taking hold of the tie to help him tie it. He gave her a thankful look, speaking to her in Turkish since for the rest of the evening he would have to speak in English. Patting him lightly on the chest when the tie was tied, she looped her arm with his and walked back downstairs with him. <p>
Shooing her papa to go sit in the dining room, she went to check on the food one last time, making sure everything was done and tasting how it was supposed to before going over to the door and waiting for Josh. He should be there any minute. <p>



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Ceren Ebio Sahin

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<b>Nicknames</b> Cer, Ebs
<br><b>Birthday</b> February 17th
<br><b>Birthplace</b> Istanbul, Turkey
<br><b>Age</b> 18
<br><b>School You Attend</b> Illinois Institute of Technology~ Engineering Major
<br><b>Current Grade</b> College Freshman
<br><b>Height</b> 5’ 3”
<br><b>Build</b> Slim, Petite, Delicate.
<br><b>Distinguishing Features</b> If you look for her, its not that hard to spot her. She is the girl that looks like she won some exotic heritage lottery with dark hair and hazel eyes to match. Sometimes she does get a tan from the sun, and other times she can be as pale as snow. Though she isn’t particularly fond of those times. It really just depends on the time of year. Also, she isnt very tall, so you might have to look down to find her. Even heels can only add so much.
<br><b>Playby</b> Ashley Greene
<p><b>Family</b> Ekrem Sahin – papa<br>
Evren Bora – mother (deceased)<br>
Kismet Sahin- older sister

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</div><p><div class="q">WHY DON'T WE GET THE BASICS OUT OF THE WAY.</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
My name is Ceren Ebio Sahin. Interesting name huh? I don’t really know what most of it means, though I think my middle name means honey in Egyptian or something. Either way, doesn’t matter much. Lots of people just call me Cer or on rare occasions they call me Ebs. I much prefer the first nickname. My sister tends to be the only one that calls me Ebs. I recently graduated from Masterson, and am going to attend the Illinois Institute of Technology next school year. I have an engineering major there.
</div><p><div class="q">I HEAR YOU HAD QUITE THE CHILDHOOD...</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
My childhood could be considered a happy one. My mother died when I was two years old, but since I was so young I can barely remember her, let alone know what she looked like without the aid of a picture. Papa and Kismet were always there though, and I flourished under their supervision. With no mother in my life, Kis kinda became my mother. I looked up to her and strived to be like her. Where my sister liked to blend in, I did not. Though that wasn’t really my choice in the first place. Kids can be cruel with their bullying even in foreign countries, kiddies. It’s what led to my depression and a dark spiral that I was able to hide from my family. When people spoke of the Sahin girls, I was always the one in the front, the one at the topmost thought of minds. No matter how much attention I got though, I could never be as perfect as my sister and that always crushed me. Even if she didn’t believe it. Im mainly the reason we were uprooted and moved to America, the blame falls on my shoulders. My sister and I have a…delicate relationship.

</div><p><div class="q">WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR LIKES AND DISLIKES?</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
There is a whole laundry list of things I like. Some things you obviously have to get to know me better before you know them, such as my love for oldies music. Papa used to have a bunch of old records stashed up in the attic and when I found them once when I was younger, I have loved them ever since. Im not very picky on music but most people don’t know oldies are my favorite. I can hum and sing along to any of those songs. Part of me wishes I had been around during that time. Which brings me to another one of my likes. I love to sing. It’s one of those guilty pleasures that makes me happy and brightens my darkest mood. I normally accompany it by playing piano, which Im rather good at it and have been playing since I was little, but no matter how much I do enjoy it I get rather nervous singing and playing in front of other people. Despite that one nervous tick, I’m rather social and enjoy partying and drinking. Those two things tend to go hand in hand here in Chicago though. With a party every night, I never have to worry about being alone. The themes are extreme, and the booze strong. I rather enjoy living here. Another thing I love about Chicago is the beach, and in the summer when the days are warm and hot. The feel of the sun on my skin is the best feeling in the world. –besides sex- I much prefer to have tan skin than pale skin. Some other little likes are starring at the sky and stars, sitting up on the roof of my papa’s house, playing with my new puppy Mozzie, spending time with my best friend Belle, and shopping with my older sister. Im a simple person and enjoy simple pleasures in life. <p>

The dislikes are a little harder to explain. There really aren’t that many but I can rattle off a few. One of my biggest dislikes is being alone. I know I come off as not caring whether I am or not, but it makes me think on depressing things and I don’t like being sad. Being sad definitely does not work with me. In fact it is one of the worst things for me. Im worried about falling back into a spiral of depression. Every little sad bout makes me anxious. Im doing better here though, despite recent events. Liars are another big dislike on my list. People that lie drive me insane. I like it when people are honest with each other. So much can happen when someone lies and so many people can get hurt. In the end, it really isn’t worth it. The biggest dislike of them all are bullies. Those rude people that pick on others and don’t care what they say. Words can be hurtful and people can be cruel. I know this from personal experience. A silly dislike I have that I want to throw out there is mushrooms. I will eat practically any food from any country, but those pieces of fungus stay away from me. I don’t order them at all and hate them. It’s an odd dislike I know, but you can’t love all foods, huh? One last dislike I can toss out to you is not living up to my sisters expectations. Kismet is my role model and I strive to be like her. However I seem to fail in that aspect. I also don’t like the cold, waking up early on the weekends, and getting in trouble with my sister. Guess I had more dislikes than I realized. <p>
</div><p><div class="q">HOW ABOUT SOME TURN ONS AND TURN OFFS?</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
Turn ons:<br>
• Eyes : Im a big sucker for a pretty set of eyes. I tend to love blue and green more than the browns or other colors, but pretty eyes are pretty eyes. They truly are the windows to the soul. Plus, they are lovely to look at and gage peoples reactions.
• Personality: A man or woman can be the most attractive person in the world, but if they are a sour apple or have a horrible personality that just taints it. I like my men being gentlemen and the women kind and sweet.
• Accents: Who doesn’t love a good accent? Something that can make your toes curl. When I don’t try to mask it, my own comes through, but I love all accents. Southern, French, British, and Australian. It doesn’t matter.
• Nice stomach: Another little weak spot of mine is the stomach. I love running my tongue and teeth over a nice set of abs on a guy and a smooth expanse of skin on a woman. Especially when they give that little hitch of breath when they like what you are doing.
• Kisses/bites to the neck: I love it when someone bites and kisses my neck. Down to my shoulders too. It makes me feel wanted and it feels terrific.
• Her hair being played with: Someone’s fingers running through my hair feels wonderful. I will lean into that touch and practically purr.

<br>Turn offs:<br>
• Rude: As I said above, they can be the most attractive person but I wont go near them with a ten foot pole if they are rude or have a horrible personality. Mean people will always be mean people. There is no changing or fixing that.
• Liars: I hate liars. There really is no point in lying. So I won’t stay with someone or even be attracted to someone that is a liar.
• Cheater: I think this one is self-explanatory. Just no.
• Irresponsible: The person Im with has to have some sense of responsibility. I can be pretty silly myself, but there are times when the silliness has to be put on hold and the mature side comes through.

</div><p><div class="q">I HEAR YOU'VE GOT SOME NASTY HABITS...</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
I tend to party a lot, but having fun is not a sin, is it? One bad habit I suppose you could say I have is biting on the skin of my thumb whenever Im nervous as all hell. I have been doing that since I was little, so I can’t really help it. I also tap my foot or bounce my legs when Im bored in class. I should probably mention that I have a slight addiction to caffeine. Okay a major addiction to caffeine. I have to get my coffee fix every morning, afternoon, and lots of times at night as well.
</div><p><div class="q">WHAT ABOUT PHOBIAS? HAVE ANY OF THOSE?</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
My sister can be a little scary, but I think it’s normal for a little sister to be a little scared of her older sister. Especially when your older sister is Kismet. I have recently started to fear that I won’t find somebody. When I slept around I never knew what it felt like to be in a relationship. Mel told me she had been bored and miserable in our relationship. So that tells me I fail at relationships. What do I have to offer? Will I always be the party girl? I also fear being a failure. Everyone in my family is extremely successful. I don’t want to be the failure in the family tree.
</div><p><div class="q">TERRIFYING! HOW'S THE LOVE LIFE GOING?</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
My love life has been a big roller coaster ride in recent weeks. Before I met Melissa I slept around, partied a lot, and really was not the commitment type. I was the last person anyone would have wanted to date. Mel changed that and we started dating. I fell for her pretty hard and pretty fast. It was shocking really. Things went well for the first six months of our relationship. We laughed and loved and everything seemed like it would actually work out. Something happened recently though and my head is still reeling. I don’t really know what to do or think. Our break up was not a nice one, in fact I slapped her pretty hard, and I know it will be awkward around her. Moving on will be hard, but Im single now and just need to have some fun. Laugh, smile, and the like. As for my sexuality, I bat for either team. Just because I dated a girl my first time around doesn’t mean I don’t like the fella’s either. Im sure you can guess that my virginity has long since been taken care of. Im just currently mending a broken heart.
</div><p><div class="q">WHAT ARE YOUR MAJOR GOALS AFTER GRADUATION?</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
I graduated high school, so goal number one is achieved. My next big goal is to of course graduate from college and make something of myself. Making my sister and papa proud is all I ask for. Then of course there is the sappy little side of me that requests that it doesn’t matter what Im doing as long as Im happy. Happiness is a large goal.
</div><p><div class="q">BEFORE WE GO, WHAT'S YOUR BIG SECRET?</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
Don’t have any, lets move on.
* Has depression, something she got from being bullied her entire life back in Turkey. She doesn’t take meds for it so she has a danger zone of slipping back into it.
* Attempted to kill herself with a kitchen knife by slicing her wrists, though Kis interrupted that before she could. It’s what prompted the move to the States.
*Is a pretty terrific cook, good enough that she could do it professionally. Though she tells people all she can cook is mac and cheese from a box.
* No self-esteem whatsoever that only got worse after this whole break up. Even though she acts confident.
</div><p><div class="q">AND WHAT ARE YOUR VIEWS ON SECRET SAFE?</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
Secret Safe….I don’t even know what to think about Secret Safe. It pries into peoples business. I, shamefully, do read the blogs and posts and etc, but I don’t always believe them. Better to ask the source itself rather than believe gossip straight up. I’ve only been on there once myself last I can recall.
</div><p><div class="q">THANKS FOR YOUR TIME.</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
Talk to you later! Bye! –waves-

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Hearing her alarm go off, Cer rolled over on to her back and gave a light groan. Cracking open one eye to glance at her alarm clock that was still making that annoying beeping noise, she sighed at the digital time staring back at her. The sun was barely up and even though school didn’t start for another three hours, she needed to get up early and go work on one of her science projects for her Chemistry class. The partner she had been paired with didn’t know a thing about Chemistry and so whenever they were supposed to do the labs in class and get the work done within the class period, they fell behind or something went wrong. Like just a few days ago, she poured the wrong chemical into the mix and the entire thing turned a bright orange when they were trying to test acidic and base chemicals. The teacher was not happy to say the least, but she had given them the opportunity to start over and redo the lab so they wouldn’t get a failing grade. The only time the teacher was available though was this early in the morning, before school hours actually started. If she needed to get up this early, she really hoped that it wasn’t in vain.<p>

With a heavy sigh, she rolled out of bed, pushing away the deep purple covers on her bed. From the sound of things, it seemed like she was the only one that was up in the house so far. Unless papa was out for work, or was still awake in his office that is. Tiptoeing over to her door, she cracked it open and then smiled lightly as she spotted her fathers door was closed. It relieved her to know that he actually got some sleep for once and didn’t spend the entire night and most of the morning working. He got so busy and focused into his work that he sometimes forgot he was a human being and needed the sleep to function. Slipping back into her room, she took the next fifteen minutes to get dressed and ready, pulling her untamable hair into a pony tail and then going downstairs to the kitchen to grab herself some toast. As she walked in, one of the house keepers blinked at her, shocked to be seeing her awake at such an early hour. Normally she pushed the time limit until she was almost late for school. “Hey, sorry if I woke you. I have to head out early today and was just grabbing some toast,” she said kindly, grabbing the two slices of bread once they popped out of the toaster. “Bye! Ill be home after school!”<p>

Snatching her keys to her blue Camaro ZL1, she walked outside and got into her car before driving off to the school. The school parking lot looked like a graveyard at this hour and she gave another groan that she had to be here in the first place. If her lab partner could actually figure out how to do the labs, she wouldn’t be here. The best she could hope for was at least a non-failing grade on this lab. Today was when they picked new lab partners and if she had any luck, perhaps the next one would be better. Locking her car behind her, she spotted her teachers car and her lab partners car as well, parked closer to the front entrance of the school. Well, at least they were here early if they couldn’t figure out how to accomplish a simple lab. When she walked through the front doors, her teacher and lab partner were waiting for her. “Oh good, you did show up at the time I asked. I was worried you weren’t going to.” Her teacher said cheekily and then nodded in the direction of the room. “This way girls. Now, I have some things to do for class later today so you both will be in the lab on your own. I trust you can take care of it yourself.” Unlocking the door to the lab room, she clicked on the lights and then pointed over to the lab stations. “Have fun, girls,” was the last thing the teacher said and then left to go take care of her business.<p>

Part of her Cer was worried about being left alone with this girl, since she obviously didn’t know anything about chemistry, but hopefully nothing too terrible would go wrong. What kind of teacher left her students alone? Glancing over to Amy, her lab partner, she cleared her throat and nodded. “All right then. Well lets get this started. I don’t want to fail this lab.” The doe eyed little brunette nodded her head enthusiastically and then stepped into the room, following after her like a lost puppy. Grabbing the materials they needed, she placed them down on the table and then grabbed herself a pair of the protective goggles. It didn’t take long to get the lab started, and since it had been Amy’s fault in the first place, she took most of the control of the situation. That is, until Amy snatched one of the chemicals for herself and glared at her. “I know Im not as good at science as you are, but at least let me do something myself!” she snarled at her and then dumped the chemical into the mix. However, that was one of the chemicals you didn’t want to mix in with the others. The teacher had warned about that one and had told them to stay away from it. “No no no! What did you just do?!” As the beaker started to smoke, her hazel eyes grew wide and she grabbed Amy by the arm and tugged her back a few steps.<p>

A few seconds later the materials exploded and smoke filled the room. Coughing and sputtering, Amy and her ran from the room, fanning their hands in front of their noses and mouth. “Great…this is great. Shit,” she muttered and started coughing some more, looking at the lab room that was still filled with smoke. When she looked around her though, she spotted that Amy had bailed and left her with the mess. “Lovely.”<p>


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