Post by natasha on Nov 26, 2010 15:49:10 GMT -6
NATASHAROSETRENT
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
Well, hello to you too. So, I'm Natasha. I don't like when people shorten it. That is so not cool. I mean, I'm so not a Nat, or a Tasha. I'm Natasha. Get it right. Also, did you know that Natasha is sort of a nickname in Russian for hooker? It's so funny.
“Next question, how’s school?”
Ugh, school. Did you really have to ask me about that? I mean, before B.A.D., the only class I wasn't failing was where I was Math, and that's only because I was F*cking Mr. Sotillo. I mean, I'm pretty sure my parents bought off the the stupid uptight prep school so I wouldn't get held back. Because, honestly, I can't think of any other reason I didn't fail out of school a long time ago.
“What did you do when you weren’t in school?”
Okay, so I love shopping. That's probably pretty obvious. See, my parents are totally loaded. And they figured, hey, if you give the kid money, you don't actually need to spend any time with them! Excellent parenting skills. So I've always loved buying shit that I don't need just to fill up space in their house. It was a little game I used to play, back when I was thirteen. How much crap could I buy before they would notice? If you're interested, they didn't notice until I bought a villa in the Mediterranean. It was kind of disappointing. I thought for sure they'd notice when I bought a boat. Some people just can't be bothered with their children. So shopping was not only a way to have cute stuff, but a way to tease my parents.
I also love freestyle rap battling. Being a rich white girl and all, nobody believes I can rap until I do. I love rap. I'm a die-hard Slim Shady girl. I used to freestyle with friends all the time. I had to teach all my prep school biffles how to rap, but it was totally worth it. I can remember filling up notebooks full of rap lyrics. For a while, I had this habit of carrying around a pen and writing on any available surface, paper, walls, skin, anything. I grew out of that, but my room back home is still wallpapered with lyrics.
I also love to party. The sketchier the place, the better. I'll take cheap vodka and loud music over the more refined tastes of my ex-classmates. God, I hated that stuffy place. But anyway, I love to dance and get fucked up and generally lose control. Not that I'm a very controlled person to begin with. But I'm definitely into the whole party scene. It's a way better way to dance, anyway, than the F*cking ballet lessons of my childhood. And I do love to dance -- horizontally or vertically.
“Tell me about your friends and family. How are your relationships with them?”
Well, we'll start with my family. There's not a whole lot for me to say about them, since I don't really know them all that well. My dad works for a brokerage firm his grandfather founded. He's a little bit intimidating, but mostly way too busy to talk to me. My mother drinks red wine like a fish, and fucks all my dad's associates. Also, a little-known fact about me: I was a test-tube baby. My mother was infertile, but they were bound and determined to have a child. God, I don't know why, it's not like they pay any attention to me. It was probably just for looks. Anyway, they paid for science to develop me. So here I am.
I also have a younger sister, Irina. She was also a test tube baby. She's a lot like me, actually. I used to hate her when I was younger, but now we're quite the team. She's gotten me out of many sticky situations, and I've done the same for her. Honestly, I'm a her hero, and she's my protege. I love her.
My cousins... well, some of them are stuffy, but a few of them are awesome. They're part of this whole... well, we'll get into that later.
“Well we know about your friends and family, but what do you think about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
Well I like to think of myself as a fun person. My philosophy on life is "I'll try anything once." And I will. I'm not a "no" person. I've gotten into some crazy shit from always saying yes, but at least it's interesting. I love to laugh and party and have a good time in general. I can also be a bitch, but that's only if provoked. I'm not just randomly a bitch to everyone. I'm more of a slut. Actually, I'm definitely a slut.
I have blonde hair and greenish-brownish eyes. I look deceptively innocent, really. I'm a D cup, size 4 except around the chest. I'm 5'3", so a little on the shorter side of average. Most of that is my legs, though. I like to tan enough to get a golden glow going, but not to be totally browned. I really like my appearance. It's gotten me out of some bad situations. It's a lot harder to say no to a pretty girl.
“Have you had any trouble with the law?”
So, once upon a time, a dear friend of mine decided he was bored with his privileged life and started stealing cars. I don't know how he stumbled upon this idea, but it was a brilliant one. There's no rush quite like stealing a car. This boy -- let's call him Adam, lest the authorities magically find out -- soon discovered that plenty of his cousins and family friends were also bored with their lives, and were more than eager to help Adam. So the Great Adam Car Theft Ring began. We were all taught everything there was to know about cars. I can steal virtually any car. But the pretty girls were assigned to do more of the negotiating. And by negotiating, I mean F*cking and sucking to get more money out of our affiliates. Mobs were big ones. We would send them the stolen cars, they would repaint it and sell them illegally, and we would get a percentage of the money. My job was to get the best deal possible.
That's not to say I didn't steal my fair share of cars. I was amazing. I can get any car to do exactly as I tell it. And I never left tracks. But F*cking Chase Slater sold me out. When they arrested him, because he was far a far worse thief than myself, he brought down half of the ring trying to get less jail time. Some of the others did the same, so our ring lies in ashes. Nobody got "Adam," though. Not everybody knew Adam, or even Adam's name. We called him the King, or the Alpha, or Him a lot. I knew him, personally. We fucked. But you won't get any information out of me. I'm way too loyal to bring Adam down.
Oh, and I was in possession of Ecstasy at the time of my arrest.
“Why did you do it?”
Because it's exciting. Nothing gives you such a thrill. Not surfing, skydiving, getting drunk or high... nothing. When I was younger I tried everything to find something that would get me duly excited. But life bores me. And that's why I did it. Because I like stealing cars. I like sleeping with men who could kill me with their bare hands. I liked being a part of something. And that's where I found it.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done?”
I ran over a little kid once, in a stolen car. I was driving fast, trying to get away, and then, out of nowhere, there's this random little F*cking kid in the middle of the road. I don't think I killed him, but I broke some bones. I just drove away, though. I couldn't be caught for traffic as well as theft charges. I mean, sure, I'll always feel bad and wonder what happened to him. But it wasn't like I could've done anything differently.
"What the thing you're most proud of?"
I stole a Bugatti Veyron. In case you haven't heard of them, I'll tell you about them. They're the fastest road-legal car in the world. It was the car of the decade for 2000-2009, but it hasn't gone out of style yet. There's only a few hundred in the world. Only two have ever been stolen, as most of them are kept under lock and key. One was stolen by me, and the other by "Adam." Since they're so high-profile, they weren't stolen for profit as much as bragging rights. So, here I am, bragging. I stole a Bugatti Veyron, and I'm F*cking proud of that.
"Got any vices?"
Hmm. Well, I've been told I'm addicted to S*x. Personally, I don't think I'm "addicted," but I do have a lot of it. I'm good at it, too. I smoke weed, but again I'm not addicted. I smoke cigarettes, but only after weed. I drink, but that's just to have a good time. Same with E.
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
Chase F*cking Slater wouldn't have turned me in. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm happy not to be in jail, but I want my driver's license back. I want my freedom back. I want to go back to stealing cars and F*cking mobsters. I miss my old life. Stupid F*cking Chase Slater. If he ever has the misfortune of seeing me again, he better watch is F*cking back. And front. And sides. And really everywhere, because I will be a goddamn wrecking ball.
“What act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
I think we've covered this part. Chase Slater, also known as Satan, turned me in for car theft. I was charged for theft and possession. My parents almost disowned me, they were so pissed. I was pissed too. I don't think I would hold up in juvy. But then my lawyer recommended B.A.D. to me. I was pretty happy to get in. As happy as somebody can be if most of your freedom just got taken away.
“Do you deserve to be here?”
Well, I did steal F*cking cars. But it's not like a raped anyone, or shot anyone, or any shit like that. Ecstasy shouldn't even be illegal in the first place. I mean, the only made it illegal because anything this awesome has to be bad. And the car theft... I'm really working hard here to justify that. I mean, I know it's bad and wrong and illegal and shit. But come on. There are so many worse people in the world. So why did I end up here instead of them?
"Tell me about your life before B.A.D. contacted you."
I went to the most boring, stuffing prep school on Earth. Everyone was uptight and annoying. I was kind of the school's bad girl. By the time I was through with it, all of the cool kids had drank or smoked. Again, the only reason I was allowed to go there for so long was the money my parents kept throwing at it. I was sort of a queen there. Everybody looked up to me, wanted to be me or wanted to F*ck me. And I did F*ck a lot of the male population.
Oh, I should probably tell you how I lost it in the first place. It's not special or romantic or anything. I was fourteen, and my best friend's brother flirted with me whenever I went over to her house. It was kind of flattering, having an older, more experienced boy like me. All the guys my age had yet to catch up with me, developmentally. One day I went over to her house to visit her. After about an hour, she had to leave. As I was about to call my chauffeur to pick me up, the guy, Riley, told me not to. We went into his room and... well, I'll leave the rest to your imagination. It hurt and he didn't bother to try to make it hurt any less. After we were done, he asked me to leave. After that, every time I tried to talk to him he would ignore me or reply rudely. So there, that's Natasha's special magical F*cking story. God, I don't know how I ended up such a slut after a horrible first experience like that.
Adam wasn't my boyfriend, but he was kind of close. We fucked without ulterior motives, so as guys I've fucked go, he's pretty close to boyfriend territory. Even if we were a couple, we wouldn't be normal. He told me who to screw, and I had no illusions that he wasn't screwing other people. Besides, neither of us are really the holding-hands-and-professing-our-love type. A lot of people thought we were dating, though. And I never said I would decline if he asked me out. But it doesn't matter now anyway.
Last Name, First Name, Middle Initial: Trent, Natasha R.
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: 17, 2/14
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: Seventeen. A year and a half.
Grade: 11.
Health issues: Allergic to polyester.
Other: Has a history of being uncooperative with staff.
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: 17, 2/14
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: Seventeen. A year and a half.
Grade: 11.
Health issues: Allergic to polyester.
Other: Has a history of being uncooperative with staff.
Your name: Natasha is cool, it's my middle name.
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