Post by emma kassidy o'brien on Oct 17, 2013 4:43:45 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #EDEDED; border: #A39480 4px solid; opacity: .75;] EMMA KASSIDY O'BRIEN [style=width: 200px; height: 250px; background-image: url(http://i43.tinypic.com/244qkvd.jpg); margin-left: 5px; border: #000000 2px solid; border-radius: 5px;] [/style][style=width: 225px; height: 250px; margin-right: 5px;][style=width: font-family: palatino linotype; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; color: #000000; background-color: #A39480; text-transform: uppercase; border-radius: 5px; padding: 5px; margin-top: 4px;]M&M AUGUST 15 EIGHTEEN FEMALE HETERO OUTCAST ELIZABETH GILLIES [/style]EMMA • 10 • ALIENS [style=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #49425D; padding: 5px; text-align: justify;] [/style]LIKES
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I am going to skip all the boring stuff about my childhood because honestly it wasn't that exciting. I was born August 15 in Seattle Washington to a Surgeon and a Pediatrician. I have two older brothers and yes we are exceptionally wealthy but that never played a huge part of my life growing up. We had a decent sized two story home in the suburbs and my parents were good about making us work for what we want so I guess I can thank them for the fact I didn't grow up to be a rich snob. I had my share of bumps and breaks growing up but they weren't from an abusive parent or an uncle who touched me in bad places. I was just a kid who loved to try to do what my older brothers were doing. OK so childhood good and covered? Awesome. Let's jump to where things got interesting. My mom was probably the most amazing woman in the world and I know most people say that about their mom's but mine was just an honest to god good woman. She would give you the shirt off her back if you needed it and she put in volunteer hours everywhere, she didn't deserve what happened to her. I was 13 and practically guilt tripped my mom into taking me to the mall because there was this stupid CD release party for My Chemical Romance and I needed to go because they were giving away posters or something like that. Honestly I hardly remember the tiny details because my therapist say's I need to try to just block the memory out but seriously that is not an easy thing to do. It was midnight when we were walking threw the parking garage and some guy ran up to us with a gun and did the whole robbery thing and everything was going smooth he was going to leave us alone until some idiot thought he could play hero and try to tackle the guy and get the gun from him. Well in the struggle the gun went off and my mom got hit in the stomach. Have you ever had your mother's blood on your hands? Not all that awesome. That screwed me up I mean who wouldn't that screw up? I was fine at first but the sleepless nights started to pile up and when I woke up screaming one to many times my dad tried to get me to go to therapy which didn't work obviously. I just played nice and tried to hide the black decay that had become my soul. My entire body felt like it was filled with tar and I knew it was my fault my mom was dead. I let it eat me inside until I got to high school where I became friends with a group of Seniors my freshman year. They were cool and into partying and drugs and alcohol. I took to the lifestyle like a fish takes to water because for the first time in years I felt happy and alive again. Ever taken ecstasy? Hard to not be happy when you take that. Drugs were easy and they were probably the only time I ever used my rich girl status. When you have loads of money you can get just about anything you want. It was easy to move from party drugs to harder drugs and very quickly I reached a point where that was all that mattered. I barely passed freshman year and sophomore year just wasn't happening. School wasn't important and all my friends and I did was chill in one of their college friends apartments and just loose ourselves to the world. We were flying high on some grade A coke at a party when it got busted up by the cops. I was an idiot and fought and got taken in. Court date was a bust and I spent the last year in a Juvenile center on the border of Washington and California. I got clean and caught up on my school work so I wouldn't be behind. When I got out my dad made a deal with the judge to send me to live with my Uncle who is a priest in California and he paid a pretty penny for me to go to a boarding school with a bunch of people I know I am going to hate. I am supposed to stay clean and I am still on probation or whatever it's called but it is hard. I had a fellow juvie inmate tell me once an addict always an addict and I think she is right. It's a big internal war on if I enjoy my freedom and stay clean or go back to the old life style. Guess we will see what happens. But seriously...Boarding school? Is it too late to take Juvie back? It really wasn't that bad. [/style] |
