Peyton List Age Novels & Stories

she motions for me to join her, “are playing a game where we need to take a picture with someone from every state. Can we take a photo with you?” They comply. Peyton directs me to take the photo. Looking at her phone she announces Tennessee is number forty-two on our list. She asks the guy on her right to hold up four fingers while she holds up two. I count to three out loud and snap several photos with my phone. Peyton thanks the men, making an excuse for us to move on rather than hang with the three of them for the night.

“That was my lawyer.” “What did he say?” Aspen looked pointedly at North, waiting for him to go on. Her heart started beating faster before she even heard the answer. “Peyton was adopted two days ago. The family has no other kids, the dad’s a writer, and the mom’s a homemaker. No criminal history, or substance abuse evidence, no medical records of the wife being abused or anything like that.” Axl looked down and shook his head. “I guess that’s good.”

professor MacPherson said grimly. “I believe you are talking with your tongue in your cheeks. Do you know my age?” Peyton said with tears. “I don’t want to know your age. Besides, age is just a number and nothing more,” professor MacPherson said. “I don’t think you understood what Peyton said…,” Lydia said and professor MacPherson cut in. “Yes, I do!” professor MacPherson said. “Professor MacPherson, it’s getting dark out there already; please, go home and rest,” Peyton said.

At first she comes off as rude, but I could tell that she meant well. Charlie is the sweetheart of the group, she is the youngest at just 15, but she acts far older. Her chestnut hair reached her mid back while her golden eyes were framed with a pair of dark rimmed glasses. She looked like the cliché version of a nerd; surprisingly she was actually a fashion guru. Peyton is the fiery redhead, green eyed girl that no one wants to mess with, she is passionate and protective of everyone she cares about, despite being petite. The girls say that she is the walking proof that dynamite comes in small packages.

While i tried to figure out how I wanted to word it, luke stayed quiet, giving me some time, but then mum spoke up, with a loud ‘’OH! ‘Please, PLEASE tell me you’re not pregnant Peyton Baker?!’ I took a deep breath. ‘Yeah, yeah, actually, I am’. ‘You got my daughter pregnant?!’ My dad angrily confronted Luke, but he stood his ground, showing absolutely no fear. It was sexy to see him stand up to my dad like this. ‘She’s a child! You’re an adult!’ ‘I’m not a child! I’m 19!’ I defended myself and Luke. What a stupid thing to say!