Post by oliver on Dec 4, 2010 15:40:20 GMT -6
OliverLucasBurton
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
Alrighty, as I’m sure you already know, my name is Oliver Burton. Call me Oli, everyone does and I’m more likely to answer to it. I also go by “You little shit.”
“Next question, how’s school?”
Eh heh heh… yeah, that. I don’t like school. It’s just not my thing. I’ve never been too good at anything academic. I mean, sure, I can read and do math and all that, but I’m no genius.
As for where I went, didn’t they already tell you this? I went to St. John’s Elementary. It was a k-8 catholic school. Kinda funny really. My family isn’t catholic. They just sent me there so I wouldn’t get into trouble. That worked well.
“What did you do when you weren’t in school?”
I do lots of fun things. According to my mom all I do is cause trouble though. She just doesn’t know how to have fun. Did she give you the list of “Things Oli’s Mom Doesn’t Like?” That’ll have most of my hobbies.
Let’s see…. I skateboard. I’m awesomely bad at it. I’ve got, like, no balance or something. Actually, I fell not that long ago and got the coolest bruise. Wanna see it? My friend got it on video. You should check it out sometime.
Um… I also play guitar. I’m proud to say that it’s nowhere near as bad as my skating. Actually, my friends and I were talking about starting a band before the whole arrest thing…
And of course you know, I smoke a lot of weed. That’s why I’m here.
“Tell me about your friends and family. How are your relationships with them?”
I have a lot of friends. My best friend, Aaron was the one who got arrested with me. I’ve known him since… well, since a long time ago. They’re sending him somewhere else though. Apparently we shouldn’t be allowed near each other anymore.
I hang out with a bunch of other people too, but most of them either don’t give a damn about me anymore or their parents banned them from speaking to me. So yeah, now I’ve got like no friends.
My family is your typical uptight suburban family. Mom doesn’t work and dad owns a Volkswagen dealership. They don’t like me much. Mostly because they’re allergic to fun or something. I embarrass them and they embarrass me.
I’ve got an older brother too. Name’s Noah. He’s 19 and a sophomore at Brown University. Plays football and takes after my parents. You know, perfectly behaved, honor roll, BORING. He lectures me a ton.
“Well we know about your friends and family, but what do you think about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
Unlike my family, I like me. That’s what counts, right? I mean, I’m friendly, pretty brave, and love a good laugh. Sure, I’ve got the attention span of a goldfish, but who cares? I make up for it in personality and looks. Come on, who could say no to this face? I don’t know a single girl, or guy for that matter, that can.
If you’re curious, I’m about 5’9,” and yes, I am wearing girls’ pants. They’re comfy. And I like using my looks to confuse people.
“Have you had any trouble with the law?”
Yup, loads of times. They didn’t even catch me every time. Like, I know they never knew I was selling drugs out of my locker in 7th and 8th grade.
I have gotten caught a few times. There was the time we got caught smoking in the park. I think everyone there got a ticket because it was just cigarettes, but no one was 18 yet.
Other times I’ve been busted for drugs, underage drinking, minor vandalism, and trespassing. Nothing too serious.
“Why did you do it?”
Why not? It’s normal to experiment with these things. Especially growing up in suburbia hell like I was. It’s the only way to break the monotony. Besides, who doesn’t like to feel good every once in a while? It’s not like I was hurting anyone.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done?”
Um, well I did accidentally start a church on fire. I was smoking behind the school chapel with some kids from the neighboring high school. We heard some teachers coming and panicked. I threw my cigarette into a dumpster. Completely forgot to put it out. Honest mistake. Anyway, some of the garbage caught fire and moved up to the church. Please don’t tell on me.
"What the thing you're most proud of?"
I’m really proud of learning how to play Fall of Troy’s “F.C.P.R.E.M.I.X.” It’s this crazy fast and complicated song. I can’t sing and play it at the same time yet, but I’m getting really close. This is really impressive considering I’ve never taken a private music lesson. Well, I was in band at school for a while. They kicked me out though.
"Got any vices?"
I like weed. It’s part of why I’m here. I smoke cigarettes and hookah too. Sometimes I drink, but I hate beer. It takes like piss. Ever notice that?
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
I don’t know. I’m only 15, you expect me to know these things? Um, I wish I could have been born to a different family, but I don’t think that’s what the question is asking for. Is it?
I’d want a different family because then I wouldn’t be so freaking irritated all the time. And I wouldn’t have gotten grounded anywhere near as often as I do.
“What act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
I got caught selling some stuff to a kid in my class. She was hot, but it turned out she was working for the school cop! I got kicked out of my new high school a week in. That went over well at home. Of course, I had a few other sales that day, so I had more bags of pot in my backpack. I had to go to court for it. Not fun.
The judge suggested I come here because it wasn’t the first drug related charge I’d had. I’m a little surprised it wasn’t for burning things.
“Do you deserve to be here?”
Sure. I mean, this is where all the F*ck ups like me are, isn’t it? You just wanna keep us all in one place to keep track. Smart move on your part.
The better question would be, “Do I want to be here?” The answer is obviously no. If things were up to me, I’d be back home just serving a detention.
"Tell me about your life before B.A.D. contacted you."
My parents, Isabella and James had me five years after my brother. They’d already relocated themselves to a little upper-class suburb to make sure their children would be well protected from drugs, fighting, and crime. Apparently it never occurred to them that the rich kids just can afford better shit. Plus small towns=boredom. Half the things I did were because I had nothing better to do.
I was sent to fancy preschools before going to my private elementary school. I remember they tried to put me into special ed just because I couldn’t stay still or pay attention. My parents argued that one. No kid of theirs was going to be considered retarded. So I got put on meds. Adderall to be exact. I was never able to sell it though. My mom watched me like a hawk in the morning when I took it.
I made friends pretty quickly. Aaron, who I mentioned already, has been my best friend since the third grade. He gave me my first cigarette. Stole it from his babysitter. I think we were 11. I didn’t try weed til I was 12.
Last Name, First Name, Middle Initial: Burton, Oliver L.
Race: White
DOB and Age: October 12, 1995. Age 15
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: age 15, since the beginning of the school year.
Grade: Freshman
Health issues: ADHD, allergic to pollen
Other: Needs to be allowed to move around during class sometimes. Is a pyromaniac.
Race: White
DOB and Age: October 12, 1995. Age 15
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: age 15, since the beginning of the school year.
Grade: Freshman
Health issues: ADHD, allergic to pollen
Other: Needs to be allowed to move around during class sometimes. Is a pyromaniac.
Your name: Itsa me Randi!.
How you found us: See Zack’s app
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