Post by alexkilmartin on Jul 23, 2011 15:24:27 GMT -6
ALEXANDRIANICHOLEKILMARTIN
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
My name is Alexandria Nichole Kilmartin. But everyone calls me Alex, except my Mom when she’s pissed at me which is.. well all the time. Alexandria is just a name my Mom had always liked and Nichole is my Grandma’s name on my Mom’s side. I never met her so, whatever.
“Next question, how has your High School career gone thus far?”
My High School career… –laughs- is pretty much non-existent. I ditch school every chance I can cuz that shit is just a waste of my time. I’m a sophomore at East High School, but I think the only reason I passed Freshman year was because the teachers didn’t want to have to deal with me, on the rare days that I showed up. Needless to say, I’m failing all of my classes.
“What did you do when you weren't in school? Any hobbies or sports, anything like that?”
When I’m not in school I am doing one of four things. I’m sleeping, keeping my body in good shape for kicking the shit out of people, going to buy heroin, cigarettes and alcohol, or If I’m not doing that then usually I’m finding a way to pay for them by stealing from my parents, having S*x for money, breaking into cars or street fighting. I like street fighting the best, I’m good at it and it’s good money.
Before my life fell apart, I did other things. I went to dinner and football games with friends, hung out with my sister, chilled at coffee shops, earned my black belt in Taekwondo, enjoyed hiking and indoor rock wall climbing to name a few things. I haven’t done those things in awhile…
“Family and friends are pretty important. Tell me about them. How are your relationships with them?”
Really? Are they? Not to me. The only real friend I had dies two years ago. Al the others I had ditched me when I turned to drugs. The ‘friends’ I have now are nothing more than a means to get what I need. Drugs, money, S*x, whatever. They use me and I use them to get what I want. It’s a win-win, no emotional connections makes it easier to kick the shit out of someone, if they cross me and I need to.
As far as family goes, the one person I cared about was my sister/ best friend, Kendra, who died two years ago. The two people who call themselves my parental units are assholes and I don’t give a F*ck about them! Move on to the next F*cking question if you don’t want me to bash your face in!
“Thank you for sharing that with me. So those are your family and friends, what about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
I like drinking, S*x, swearing, indoor rock climbing, Taekwondo, fighting, kickboxing, smoking cigarettes, drugs, skipping school., listening to music. I dislike Cops, being told what to do, people of authority, homework and school in general, being sober, not having cigarettes and caffeine, and adults arguing Since Kendra’s death, I have a hard time riding in cars, and will have panic attacks if I do.
I’m fit and like working out. It’s important to me that I keep my body in shape. I’m 5’8’ with blue eyes and blonde hair. I have some scars on my body from having knifes pulled on me after winning a fight that the other guy was not happy about losing to a girl. I also have a few scratches from broken glass from the car accident.
“Other then the reason your here, at Blackwood Academy, have you had any other issues with law enforcement?”
[I What the F*ck do you think?! I wouldn’t have to be here if I was a Miss. Goody Two Shoes My parents have had to pay fines because of my constant truancy. I almost got caught street fighting a few times, but I was able to get away. I had to punch a cop once though, but oh well I got caught trying to break into a car, cuz the stupid alarm went off and I had to spend a few days in juvie cuz my asshole parental units wouldn’t bail me out and do 500 hours of community service. That sucked ass. The last thing was when I got caught during a drug bust. I was wasted and had stolen items on me and heroin I had just bought. I tried to ditch that shit and fight them off but I was outnumbered. I spent the night in jail, went top trial, and was sent here.[/I]
“What is the worst thing you’ve done? Why did you feel the need to do that?”
When they busted me during the drug bust, this one cop was chasing me. I couldn’t outrun him and he grabbed me. I thought I could fight him off, so I started landing kicks and punches. I broke his jaw and had him in a headlock cutting off his airway so he would be unconscious and I could get away. His fellow cop buddies showed up after I had just dropped his limp body to the floor. Their was 5 of them and I couldn’t fight them all off. They wrestled me to the ground.
.Hmm… let me think. Oh I know! Cuz I didn’t want to get F*cking caught and end up back in juvie or a place like this! It was me or him and I chose me. What the F*ck do you think I was gonna do?! Be a pansy and just surrender? No way in hell.
"What the one things you're most proud of?"
It was years ago, but it’s the only thing I can really think of. When I earned my yellow belt in Taekwondo. –smiles slightly- I had been doing Taekwondo and my instructor thought I was ready to test for my yellow belt. I passed easily. You see your yellow belt is the first belt you have to earn; everyone automatically starts out as a white belt. I had to do a form, free spar, and answer some questions. The only other time that I came close to this feeling again was when I got my black belt…but I got stripped of that title.
"Other then your trouble with law enforcement, do you have any vices or addictions?"
Well let’s see.. I like getting high and do it as often as I can. I like getting drunk and partying. I smoke but it’s not like the drugs, I only do it every once and a while. Usually when I’m at a party. I like having S*x. I don’t have a boyfriend so it’s usually with whoever and whenever I feel like it. Sometimes I’m not sure who cuz I was too drugged out to know. Oh, and I like fighting if someone pisses me off. I’m not really sure if that is a vice , but whatever.
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
If I could change one thing in my life, I would bring Kendra back. I don’t care if I had to exchange my life for hers, I would do it. it should have been me who died in the car crash that night anyway. I begged her to drive me. If I had only found someone else or walked or something, I would still have my best friend. If it wasn’t for me, she would still be here. My parental units have made it crystal clear that they blame me for her death. Everything would just be so much better if she were still here.
“What criminal act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
Like I told you before, I got busted in a drug bust and I beat the shit out of a cop. I broke his jaw and left him laying there unconscious. I tried to do the same to his friends but was outnumbered. He and his buddies were obviously pissed at me for it. They tried to get the judge to send me to juvie because of that and my priors. But the judge had heard of this place, and thinks you all can fix me and make me an upstanding member of society. So she sent me here. I have four words for you. Good. Luck. With. That.
“Do think that you deserve to be here?”
Why are you asking me? It’s not like I have a choice in the matter. But honestly, no I F*cking don’t. I think I should have gotten some time in juvie, maybe a fine and some community service. It’s not like I killed the dude, or even tried to do so. I didn’t have any weapons on me. I’m not a fan of them, if I need one I know many ways to make my own. Like a pen or a rolled up magazine. Trust me, if I had wanted to kill him, I could have done so oh so easily with my bare hands. I know ways to kill people that most people would never think of. He should consider himself lucky.
"Tell me about your life before Blackwood Academy contacted you, what led up to your stay here."
My life started out as normal. My father was a surgeon and my mother was a teacher. I was not close to my father, as he was at work a lot, but I was very close with my mother and sister. Me and Kendra could spend hours playing: dress up, house, Barbie’s, or with their baby dolls. People thought we had the “perfect family.”
When I first started Elementary School, things were going well. I was doing well in my classes getting mostly B’s, as I had some trouble staying focused on the task I was supposed to be doing. I also had a few close friends. When I was nine, I asked my parents to start Taekwondo, which my sister Kendra had started doing a year ago. Taekwondo changed me. It gave me more self-confidence, taught me that hard work yields success, and helped me learn to improve my concentration on tasks. With these new found skills, I became a straight A student.
As I started Middle School, things seemed to be on the right track. I was getting A’s, and enjoyed being social and hanging out with her tight-knit group of friends. I had also started kickboxing and doing some indoor rock wall climbing. I continued to succeed and advance steadily with her rank in Taekwondo; and won many tournaments that I entered.
When I started 7th grade things started to fall apart for me. I found out that my father had cheated on my mother and my parents decided to get a divorce. Their divorce was not amicable, and I was a pawn between them, as the one who had to communicate messages back and forth. They would then get angry with me, even though, I was just delivering the message as I was told to. My sister Kendra began smoking cigarettes and drinking alcohol during this time to deal with her stress and she introduced me to it as well. I began loosing my friends I'd had for many years and made new ones who were probably not a good influence on me. My grades plummeted to mostly C’s and D’s. I arrived drunk to a Taekwondo tournament one day and became injured during my fight. The instructor found out and kicked me out of the dojang. I was proscribed the muscle relaxer cyclobenzaprine and painkillers to help me heal, but liking how they made me feel numb to the world I quickly became addicted.
During 8th grade, I continued drinking alcohol and smoking cigarettes, but smoking heroin became my new drug of choice. I began by stealing from my parents to support my habit. Soon it was not enough, and I began breaking into cars and houses to get money. I also got involved in some underground fights as a way to get some more money to support my habit.
I was in the passenger seat one night as my sister Kendra was driving us home drunk and high from a party. Seeing my sister die in front of me at 14 years old was more than I could handle. My parents blame me for Kendra’s death, as I talked Kendra into going to the party that night. My father punched me out of anger shortly after being told Kendra was gone. I never told anyone about that. I drank and smoked more cigarettes. Smoking heroin was not numbing my pain as much as I wanted it to, so I began snorting it. I stopped caring about school altogether.
By the time I was in high school, if I did go to school, I was always drunk/high, and never did any work. Most days I skipped a few classes, so that I could find a way to get money and buy heroin, cigarettes, and alcohol. I began having S*x with guys for money and drugs. There have been times I have woken up not knowing where I was, who I had been with, or what I had done. I have found bruises on my body that appear to be from being hit, but I was so high I don’t remember it happening.
Once again, I had decided to ditch school and go find my dealer to buy some heroin. Unknown to the dealer and me, the police were surveying the areas known drug hot spots. I had gotten drunk earlier and knew that her alcohol level would be high, so I tried to outrun this one cop who was chasing me. I couldn’t outrun him and he grabbed me. I thought I could fight him off, so I started landing kicks and punches. I broke his jaw and had him in a headlock cutting off his airway so he would be unconscious and I could get away. His fellow cop buddies showed up after I had just dropped his limp body to the floor. Their was 5 of them and I couldn’t fight them all off. They wrestled me to the ground. I went in front of the judge and she sent me here.
Kilmartin, Alexandria, N
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: October 19, 1995, 16
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 16, new student.
Grade: Sopomore
Health issues: trouble sleeping, panic attacks
Other: none
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: October 19, 1995, 16
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 16, new student.
Grade: Sopomore
Health issues: trouble sleeping, panic attacks
Other: none
Your name: Katie
How you found us: dani
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