Post by crazywas on Oct 3, 2010 10:59:16 GMT -5
[/color][/center]SYDNEY MAY VANMALE NINETEEN
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"So babe, lets get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you by?"[/font]
Well you can either call me crazy, syd, and or bitch. I don't care I'll respond to anything really.
"Well, can't say it doesn't fit you. From the looks of you, I could think of just a few better. I'm just gonna call you babe for this interview. You mind? Great. Has anyone ever told you you look like.."[/font]
Well I actually do mind, but since your cute I'll let it slide. Yeah some people say I look like Vanna Venom, but I just tell them bitches she looks like me.
".. Yeah, actually. You must get that a lot. You're kind of hot, I gotta say. But for the ears out there listening, you wanna explain what's cooking?"[/font]
There's a lot of shit motha fucking cooking in the kitchen that's for sure. If you haven't noticed I stand at a five foot six. With gorgeous ass looks like these not to mention long lushes hair which changes daily by the way. Who wouldn't want to look like me. I also have seventeen piercing and um a couple tattoo's along with having my ears gauged. Yeah I'm pretty bad ass, if I say so myself.
"You are too cute. You wear this kind of stuff often, or is this just for me?"[/font]
I wear this stuff often, and to keep it short. I wear what ever the fuck I want.
"Ohh. Are you hitting on me? Haha. No, seriously, what are you? Gay or straight? You look kinda like a swinger, if you don't mind me saying..."[/font]
Well I'm bisexual, so both genders. More the merrier right?
"Damn. GET SOME! Hah. You wanna smoke? Drink? I got some drugs in the back if you want. -winks-"[/font]
Damn, at first I just thought you were some creeper, but now you caught my interest. I smoke,drink, and party till I can't feel my legs. I do all that hard shit, the only question is, is if you can keep up with me?
"... Oh, so you must be a virgin, huh?"[/font]
Actually I am a Virgin I can still have fun without having to open my legs for every guy that wants to have fun with me.
"Knew it. So, you got any secrets? Come on, you can tell me. Promise this interview won't leak anywhere."[/font]
I don't have secrets, I can keep them about others, but as for myself if you don't know me by now then you must be living under a rock. Everybody knows everything about me for those who do know me.
"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe?"[/font]
Um, lets see live life to the fullest then die. Yep that's pretty much it.
"Okay, okay. Don't get too excited. Half of those weren't even real questions.. Okay let's see. Oh, here's a good one. Describe yourself in five or more words. Easy, right? You could go more into detail if you want, I don't mind one bit."[/font]
Let's see I'm wild, crazy, obnoxious, loud, and last but not least the sweetest bitch you'll ever meet.
"Couldn't agree more babe. Alright. Um.. Oh, here's another. Five likes and dislikes?[/font]
I like parties, alcohol, men, women, drugs, music, and cigarettes. I dislike cocky people, whiny voices, depressing others, rich snobby girls, and authority.
".. Kinky! So last question. Gimme the details, how'd you get to where you are today?"[/font]
Umm, I don't feel comfortable with telling you about my past, but if it gets me out of here faster then sure. So where do I start? I was born in a little town in Houston Texas on July twentieth. My mom was well at the time I didn't know what she was, I don't remember much of my younger years. Though I do know that my dad wasn't around. he was like one of those biker dudes, but I didn't care or I didn't know any better. Though it didn't matter I had my mom and she was there. So nothing was out of the ordinary. I lived on a small farm with some cousins and I had normal birthdays. I was a pretty good child and behaved well. Well whatever an average four year old acts like. Though once I turned six out of the middle of nowhere. My mom drops me off at my aunts in the middle of god knows where's and I didn't even find out until years later she wasn't my real aunt, though whatever it was. I still to refer to her as my aunt.
I called her aunt Charlotte, trust me she was more of a mom then my real mother. Who just leaves their child with strangers then just disappears all of a sudden without saying anything? I didn't know at the time, but my mom had gone to jail for heroin when I found out years later along with my farther who was in jail also for something I couldn't recall. I was a good child with aunt Charlotte though sometime I would miss behave and she would put me in time out and that was about it. I loved it there, I truly did it was everything a seven year old girl could dream of. I even got a pony when I was seven for my birthday. I can't really recall ever having a bad moment with my aunt. Though I had been diagnosed with ADD and ADHD, but that was the least of my problems. I spent a good, long, blissful four years with my aunt until out of nowhere. This women just pops out of nowhere and claims that's she's my mother.
So I was in complete and udder shock. Here was this women claiming to be my mom. At first I didn't believe her, but when aunt Charlotte just gave me away to her. I soon realized she was and I was really happy. I hadn't seen my mom in four years. What else was I suppose to do? So I lived with her and I will admit I was pretty happy. Even though we lived pretty rocky never staying in one place than longer than a few months. So yeah we moved from house to house. I was ten at the time and so much happened in the span of one year. My dad also came into the picture. So now we where a big happy family or we where suppose to be. never staying in a pace that long. Though we did have an apartment for three months until we got evicted cause my dad had issues with out neighbor. So we moved into one of my mom's friends house. Other than that everything was pretty cool even though I started to gain a very low tolerance for my farther.
I was pretty pissed when I found out that my moms friend was addicted to prescription pills and had sold my shit for some money and ever since then. My life was never the same. My parents started to fight more often and they where loud as shit. My mom was a fighter and my dad was a big ass-hole redneck. So finally they broke it off and the fights had died away. My mom had had enough. So we moved to Chicago up north where my moms side of the family lived or most of them did. Your probably wandering about school. Well I didn't go back to school until I moved to Chicago. So I went one year without school. So At eleven I started the fourth grade.
If Your still listening, this is where it gets good. I started to learn even more about my parents past and realized. My perfect picture family had been a lie. My mom had two other children with another guy and I didn't even know about it. So I had two other half siblings. My mom ran away from home got married to this one guy who beat the shit out of her. Popped out two children. Dumped that dude leaving her children with their farther then hooked up with my dad. Who also beat the living shit out of her, but they never got married. So my dad went to jail and my mom took care of me. Until my dad got out of jail and they started to see each other again, but at the time I was to young to know. So my mom goes to jail because of drugs or some shit along with my farther. I didn't even learn about this until I was eleven and my mom got the balls to tell me. Also at the time we where leaving with my grandma until we got out own apartment.
I guess you could say we started a new life after are miserable one year in hell. After we got are new apartment everything was smooth sailing from there. My mom had also got me into this thing called rock N roll/ heavy metal and from then on I loved it. If it wasn't for music I wouldn't be the person I am today and that's saying something. I might be fucked up, but what you see is what you get. So everything was cool even though I had some problems at school. I was referred to as Gothic and they also made fun of me cause I was a little chubby. So what if I had a little fat around the waist? They needed to get the fuck over themselves. Other than that I thought everything would be just fine, but then again the world as a way of fucking you over when you least aspect it. So here I am trying my best to get by then all of a sudden. Every little thing I do is a mistake, my mom starts to beat the shit out of me and don't give me that whole she was working, the world as been tough on her. That's a load of bullshit. So not only did I have to deal with Holister wearing douche bags, but my mother as well.
Though life started to get better once my mom finally got a new boyfriend. She said she was in love. So I believed her. He was a really nice guy ( at first) and he kept my mom from beating me from time to time. So I accepted him right away. Everything was starting to turn around or so I thought. Get this, a couple months later mom figures out this dude doesn't have a fucking job and lies ( probably even cheated) and she is still with him. I also figured out he's just another douche bag wanting to get laid, but my mom loves him so much. She won't even leave the dude. So I'm on the side lines wondering to myself. Are you fucking kidding me? Now it's my turn to do whatever the hell I want. So I'm off not giving a shit. Then in a couple months I'm addicted to everything known to man and see shit that you wouldn't even believe. Then I was just like screw it and dropped out of high school.
"Awe, well. Least you're still alive. Got yourself, right? That's the spirit. We'll look at your interview and give you the results, so sit tight for a few minutes, okay? And don't you dare think about leaving. I'll find you and interview you again. Don't get pissy with me, I'm just the goddamn interviewer."[/font]
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