Post by jones on Aug 19, 2011 10:06:31 GMT -6
JONSEYANNDONMAN
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
Jones Ann Doman. Call me Jonsey; that’s neither an offer nor an option. Don’t ask why, just do it. Apparently, my grandmother held a grudge over her husband for ‘taking her last name’ and so she made sure I had it, no matter where in my name it was. So I got Jones for a first. Hmph. Don’t ask about the Ann part, I think that was just thrown in because they had no idea what else to name me. My names weren’t really thought out like most parents would take the time. Most of the time was trying to find out why it happened, when it happened, where my father was, and why the hell was I coming into this world. Mom was 16 when she got pregnant so she spent most of the time she should’ve been thinking of a name to try to find my dad and a place that would help since my Grandparents refused to help until I was actually born. They were convinced she would get an abortion, but Mom’s not stupid.
I've got Blonde hair like my mom and I guess the green eyes were a gift from dad. Mom has blue eyes. I've got curly hair, long legs, and a large nose from Mom. The small ears and large eyes, though, I'm guessing are from Dad's traits. I have a burn on my left leg from one of my dirt bikes and a scar over my left eye from falling into a glass table when I was 5. Multiple other bruises and bumps from fights that I've lost count of.
“Next question, how has your High School career gone thus far?”
EhHighschool is probably my best out of the other grades. I was a Sophomore, before I left, at Kathleen High. My grades were B’s and I did pretty well with keeping up. About as well as you can in that school. The only subject I’ve ever gotten a D in what History or Culture because I can get very opinionated and start a hot debate. But when they offered me to the Debate team, I said no way because the people on that team argue against themselves. My school wasn’t the brightest and a lot of people got into fights. Nobody messed with me though, that’s for sure.
“What did you do when you weren't in school? Any hobbies or sports, anything like that?”
Hobbies? Actually, yeah I did. MMA and motor-cross. I know, two things that a girl definitely wouldn’t be into, but I am. MMA, Mixed Martial Arts, was more of a self defense sort of thing- which is why I don’t get picked on. I was almost at the top of my class too, I was one of the toughest and most dedicated there. I learned quickly and it was fun for me so I paid attention. Motor-cross is really just a side thing. I used to do competitions, but I had to stop. Now, I’ll go out with a few people to the disserted construction site and we all bring our dirt bikes to jump over the dunes with. I’ve gotten a few tricks down, but I screwed up the last time I went and got a bad burn while I was riding. That wasn’t my fault though…
“Family and friends are pretty important. Tell me about them. How are your relationships with them?”
Family? Well my good for-nothing-grandparents have only been around for the money. They see my mom as a failure and I’m just here as an accident. The only reason they haven’t completely dropped connections with us is so I’ll keep my mouth shut about my dad. My dad…well let’s just say he didn’t care what happened to my mom when he was done with her. Mom had a one night stand, thinking it was love, but he never came back. He only wanted her for that night because they were both completely wasted and he ever came back to find out what had happened to her. Gran & Pops are so high class they never wanted that information slipping out because it could ‘hurt their name’. But Mom’s not so bad. She tries to be my mom, but it’s more just roommates with me and her. She’s someone I can talk to if I need it and I’m someone to keep her company and to remind her that she’s not a worthless piece of crap. No more, no less. Friends? I’ve had a few. I’m more of the anti-social type, but I’ve had a few people take a liking to me and I don’t push them away. I just make sure they stay out of my business. I’ll back them up in a fight and they’ll do the same. That’s about all their good for to me.
“Thank you for sharing that with me. So those are your family and friends, what about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
Well, I’m a lot of things. I wouldn’t say trouble maker is one, but trouble does like to find me. I stay in my business, but I make sure to stop unfairness; I don’t sit back and watch someone get picked on for no reason. Guess that’s why I’m here. I’m not about to let anyone mess with me, but I don’t go looking for a fight either. I stay out of fights unless I see someone screwing with another person just because they’re different then they are. I just hate seeing people pick on someone smaller than them, it gets annoying. I can get…lonely sometimes, but I never let anyone know. I’d just come off as desperate. I’m not exactly friendly, but I’m not going to ignore someone if they say hi. I may be mean, but I’m not rude. I’m neutral I guess you could say. Not on anyone’s team but my own.
“Other then the reason your here, at Blackwood Academy, have you had any other issues with law enforcement?”
I’ve gotten into a few fights. The second to worst was getting caught at an underage drinking party, holding some girl by her hair because she called me a slut. That’s usually what I get into trouble for: Drinking, fighting, and partying. But like I’ve said, the fighting is only when necessary; but I do fight pretty hard. Knocked 4 teeth out of some guy’s mouth one time, but I got it called for self defense and just got community service. I have gotten into juvie once or twice though. It was fun.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done? Why did you feel the need to do that?”
I’m not proud of what I did, but I’m not ashamed of it either. There was a party down at the construction site and things got a little out of hand. This Junior started feeling up on a Freshman and she told him to quit. I was around and what he didn’t stopped, I stepped in. When I pulled him away from her, he turned around and smacked me hard. Somehow, I kept my composure and straighten up, telling him to leave her alone. I was about to walk of with the chick when he grabbed me hard, twisting my wrist. I broke out of his hold and started running towards my bike. He was laughing, thinking I was running away. I got on and ran his ass over. Broke his leg and got into huge trouble when he squealed on who did it. He got in trouble for what he did to the girl, but the authorities found my solution over reactive.
I shouldn’t have run him over, I just blew my top. But I do think that the guy needed a serious beat down. I’m not sensitive over rape and stuff because of what happened to my mom, it just disgusts me at what teenagers try to do. He deserved a broken leg. Maybe not from getting run over, but I was told that it looked really cool.
"What the one things you're most proud of?"
Well there’s a lot of things I’m proud of: fighting medals, front teeth knocked out, first dirt bike I bought for myself. But what I’m most proud of would have to be my grades. I mean, I know people look at me when I get my report card and the scores are high, and even I’m surprised sometimes. Even though now I’m considered ‘delinquent’, I still plan on keeping my grades up. It keeps my Gran’s mouth shut about me and shows my mom that she made something good for once. I take my grades very seriously and are very proud of them.
"Other then your trouble with law enforcement, do you have any vices or addictions?"
I don’t smoke. Gran, Pops, Mom, they all smoke, which would make you think I would too. But no, I always thought it was disgusting, it made your clothes smell terrible. I do have somewhat of a drinking problem though. Yeah, so I’m only 17, but when you have the parties that I’ve been to, it gets you hooked. It helps with problems and it tastes good too. I don’t think the drinking is too bad, but my consoler thinks otherwise.
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
Most people would think that I would change not having a dad. I’ve thought about what it would be like to have a good dad around, the one that would pick me up and laughed and worry about boys for me and all that stuff. But I let that fantasy go a long time ago. Now, I really just want my Gran to butt out of my life and my mom’s. She can be a real dictator sometimes and I’m the only one that sticks up to her. She’s so worried about keeping her name clean, that she doesn’t care what she says to others or what she has to do to keep people shut up. She hurt mom so bad that Mom changed our last name, hoping that would shut her up some. That did until I got into High School and started stuff.
“What criminal act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
The motorcycle “incident” is what got me thrown in here. My Gran suggested I should go somewhere they would keep me under control. She was able to keep me out of jail, but she thinks this ‘punishment’ is about as bad. This place hasn’t really changed me, but I’ll let her think what she wants. She says I’m in here for my own good. I’m in here to keep her name clear and for my own entertainment. I could leave anytime I want really. Mom would fish me out.
“Do think that you deserve to be here?”
I don’t think I’m a threat to people, but I guess yeah, I do deserve it. I’ve got a long record of fights and partying and “delinquent” things. I’m not a good child and I don’t keep up with my actions, so I guess having me here isn’t the “wrong” thing to do. I honestly don’t care how I’m punished for my actions, but this isn’t a bad way really. The discipline here is stupid but I’ve become friends with the detention teacher, so it’s not too bad.
"Tell me about your life before Blackwood Academy contacted you, what led up to your stay here."
Well I guess there’s a reason I’m basically retelling you all this. But since you asked so nicely, I’ll give you a good life time story. The first five years I didn’t have a dad and my mom and I lived on what my grandparents loaned us. Pops had his heart set on making sure Mom paid him back. She got fed up with him reminding her so she got a job at a day care, put me in it and worked off what we owed them, plus what we were trying to live on our own with. She also got a part time job at a Burger King at night, so I would go to work with her to have dinner and sleep in the back where the staff had made me a small pallet. We struggled for a few years, Mom making a few friends that helped us out with food and stuff like that. I never went hungry, so I never had a bad life.
Mom got me into school and I did my best to keep her happy. Kids picked on me because I had a dad and one day when I was 11 I got so fed up I hit a girl. I didn’t realize how bad of a fighter I was until she pinned me down and beat me up. Mom signed me up for MMA classes and I caught on quick, able to top anyone who challenged me. I met a few guys who were cool enough to introduce me to motor-cross. Fighting and dirt bike racing became two key points of my life after that, but I always stayed on top of my school work. As soon as I turned 13, I entered into one of the MMA competitions and won first place winning $100. Easy money. After that I kept doing it, giving it to mom. Gran eventually put a stop to it when I was 14, saying that shouldn’t be how I made a living no matter how much I enjoyed it. She tried to put me into a private high school, but Mom stepped in and said I was going to my local high school with the rest of my classmates. That was the only time I’d ever seen her stand up to Gran and the only time Gran turned down an argument so quickly.
When kids tried to mess with me because I was apparently a ‘nerd’ they were quickly put down. Not even a month into my Freshman year, the kids at Kathleen High learned not to screw with me. I got invited to Junior and Senior parties and even though I tried to stay out of it sometimes, I got into a lot of trouble. Starting fights and underage drinking is mainly what I got taken in for. Mom was able to bail me out every time though because instead of using my Competition money for her own use, she saved it so I could use it. Unfortunately, my last party ended with a threat to get thrown into jail, but Gran covered it up with finding BAD and throwing me here instead.
Donman, Jonsey, A.:
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: April 14, 1994 ~~ 17
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 17, started at the beginning of this year.
Grade: Junior
Health issues: None
Other: Drinking problems and Minor Anger Issues
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: April 14, 1994 ~~ 17
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 17, started at the beginning of this year.
Grade: Junior
Health issues: None
Other: Drinking problems and Minor Anger Issues
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