Post by francescabianchi on Aug 17, 2011 23:06:29 GMT -6
FRANCESCADELILAHBIANCHI
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
Well, as you can undoubtedly see, my name is Francesca Delilah Bianchi. Everyone calls me Frankie though. The only time I actually respond to Francesca is when my mother calls me that, and only then because I know I’m in deep shit. It’s like a warning call for me, I hear ‘Francesca’ and I get ready to bolt. Anyways, why I’m called that. Well my dad’s name is Frank. My grandpa’s name is Frank. I’m sure if you travel down the family tree, there’s a Frank in every goddamn generation. Now logically, you would assume that if say, a boy was born before me, he’d get Frank… nope. My parents decided to tell social conventions to eff off and name my older brother Mikey. Makes perfect sense for the first girl to be named after her father and grandfather… Right, excuse the rant. I’ll just move right along. Delilah is also a family name, it was my maternal grandmothers. I’ve never met her, she died before I was born. So long story short, I’m named after family members.
“Next question, how has your High School career gone thus far?”
] School was, well school. What’s there to say about it really. I had to go, so I did. The place itself was nothing special. Just a regular, state funded public school in the Village. I did all right as far as grades were concerned. Pretty average really. I know I could have done better. Despite what I like people to think, I’m not an idiot. If I actually bothered to crack a book, I could probably up my marks. But I can pull a B average doing absolutely nothing, so why the hell would I bother with marks? Not like I’m going to college or anything, so it really doesn’t matter. I wasn’t one of those kids who was never at class, but I certainly didn’t force myself to go when I didn’t feel like it.
Other than, you know, the ‘school’ part of school, I enjoyed it. I was on the track team and was on the cheer squad, did choir, was a member of the debate club (yeah, I know it’s nerdy, but I like to argue and hear the sound of my own voice, sue me.). I did ok with friends, had a wide social group, generally had no problem getting the attention of any guy I happened to like. I would say, if I had to label it, that I was pretty popular. I don’t know, that’s kind of irrelevant though, who cares, it’s freaking high school. In the big scheme of things, it really doesn’t matter if you were well liked by the few hundred or so other people in you class.
Not that I was universally liked. I had a few, uh, we’ll call them rivalries, that made the experience more interesting. There was a group of girls who seemed to take offence to everything I did. We butted heads quite a bit, and it resulted in a lot more detention time than was ideal. These girls seemed to be under the impression that because I like to wear heels and was on the cheer team that I was a pussy. They learned the hard way I wasn’t. And yet, they never let up. Must have wounded their pride or something. Oh well, it’s no freaking consequence to me.
“What did you do when you weren't in school? Any hobbies or sports, anything like that?”
I believe I’ve already mentioned the track, and cheerleading. These are school type activities that forced their way into my everyday life. Not like track meets are only held during school hours, right? Doesn’t matter though, I liked doing them. Wouldn’t have bothered signing up in the first place if I didn’t. So between all my school hobbies, I didn’t have much time for anything else. Well, no time for anything organized that is. I had plenty of time for useless hanging out with friends, working in my family’s restaurant, bugging my many cousins and siblings, or just generally causing a ruckus somewhere. I’m not like some A.D.D spazz case or anything, I just like to be busy. I hate just sitting around being bored, so If I didn’t have something planned, I would make something happen. Growing up in New York, there was never any shortage of possibilities for things to do. It’s the perfect place to be if you’re a teenager and don’t feel like sitting around on your ass.
“Family and friends are pretty important. Tell me about them. How are your relationships with them?”
So we’ll start with my friends. I had a lot of them. I think a lot of people assumed because I was quote unquote “popular” and was a cheerleader, that I’d be some prissy bitch. I’m not. I like to think I’m pretty friendly. Sure, I have my moments. And I’ll admit, once you get on my bad side, I can be a holy terror. But for the most part, I like people and they like me. Which is why I had a healthy circle of friends from all walks of life. Mostly, I’ll admit, they were in the same boat as me, middle class kids, similar interests. But I’m not above leaving Greenwich Village and heading out of Manhattan to the other Burroughs. Seems like too many New Yorkers refuse to cross over to The Bronx or Brooklyn. I don’t care. I had friends all over the place. Though not to say sometimes I didn’t prefer to stay on the island. Things can get a little sketchy in places. I still remember the look on my dad’s face when I called him to pick me up from Harlem… I was grounded for a month. Point is, I like doing different things, so it only makes sense to have friends who like to do those things too. Would I invite Stella to drive in from Brooklyn to try and sneak into the new hot club with me? No, but I wouldn’t ask Naomi from cheer team to come with me to watch Stella’s dance crew do a battle. See, you just need diversity.
I guess this would also be the place to mention Teddy. Or as most people know him Theodore Preston Van Built. God, don’t even ask how I got caught up with him, I’m not even entirely sure how it happened. But to keep it short, Teddy was my only attempt at mingling with the New York elite. Diversity, right? Thing is, people who don’t live there may not get it, but I don’t think there is anywhere else in the world where the economic classes are so diverse, but so mingled. Like, I couldn’t walk around central park without knocking into a dozen anorexic park avenue princesses who are probably going to inherit more than me and all my friends combined. The rich people in that city are RICH. But despite the fact that everyone, especially in Manhattan, is just crammed together, there is no intermingling between the super elite, and the rest of us mere mortals. Anyways, I was talking about Teddy. I guess, to be clichéd, I could say that Teddy was my first love. I’m no stranger to guys, alright, I’ve done plenty of dating, and casual flings, and all that, but Teddy was, like, a bonified relationship. Well, I thought so at least. We met at an art gallery opening. I was there with some friends crashing, hoping to score some free fancy appetizers, he was there because, I don’t know, rich people like art gallery openings for some weird reason. Anyways, we met, we hit it off, and next thing I knew, I was like god damn Cinderella, dating one of the most beautiful men I’d ever seen, going to the nicest restaurants, getting taken to Nantucket on the weekends. It was pretty amazing. I mean, I’d never been in ‘that’ world. And Teddy was just what every girl could ask for, a real prince. Anyways, it didn’t last that long, even though it felt like we were together for ages. We started dating, Jesus, I guess it was only last Christmas. I was 15 and a sophomore, he had just turned 17. We were together until May. A solid six months though. We were happy, well I was. Things started going downhill real fast though. It started with a late period, then two little blue lines on a hunk of plastic that changed everything. I had literally had my sixteenth birthday less than a week before, and I was pregnant. I didn’t know what to do, so I did all I could think of, which was rush to Teddy to tell him. He always knew what to do. He told me to, and I quote “Just get rid of it” and that basically, there was no other option, his dad would disown him, and that he wasn’t going to let his life be ruined just because he decided to slum it for a bit with some chick who apparently couldn’t figure out birth control. It was a double whammy. I was pregnant and effed, and I found out that I was apparently nothing more than a side project for that stuck up elitist prig. So it was over. I punched the douche bag in the junk and left. I did end up taking his advice and ‘got rid’ of the baby. No one knew, that is my big secret. No one except Mikey that is. Thank god for brothers. He took me to the clinic, held my hand. Anyways, that seemed like the right place to put this happy little story. The moral is: Guys are assholes and I’ll be damned if I get taken in by that load of ‘love’ shit again.
Now, on to happier things, My family. I freaking love my family. We’re big, loud and Italian. What more could you want? We’re all pretty close, all my favourite people in the world are Bianchi’s. So my parents are pretty cool, if I have to pick one person I butt heads with the most it’s my mom. I dunno, either we’re too similar or we’re too different, it’s something though, I love her to death, but she grates on my nerves. My dad is pretty cool. We get along great, as long as I’m not getting into trouble. Which is great, because I rarely get caught. I’ve learned to be sneaky over the years. I’ve got five siblings. Mikey is 21 and the oldest, he just had a little girl (well he didn't have her, but you know what I mean) next is me, I’m 16, so there was a bit of a gap after they popped out Mikey, then they just went crazy. So after me is Natalia, she’s just turned 15 and is a bad ass, man that kid is tough, though she’s got the sweetheart act down to fool the rents. I like to take credit for that. Then there’s Phillip, 13 years old, the brainiac of the bunch, Robbie, he’s only 10, and dirty as heck, how is it that little boys are so freaking messy all the time? And last is Jeremy who will be 9 in a few weeks. So there you have, that is the immediate family. I’ve got four cousins who live around the city too, and I fully expect that more will be on the way. If my dad is any indication, the Bianchi’s are a fertile bunch of people.
Yeah, we all spend a lot of time together, we used to get together at aunt Flora’s for a big family dinner at least twice a month. It’s awesome. Food always seems to be the theme with my family, no gathering is complete without a meal. Good thing we’re in the restaurant business. My grandpa started a restaurant like a million years ago. He left the business, gave control over to his kids. He’s working here now actually. I love my Paps. He’s a pretty cool old dude. I don’t think any of us kids can remember a time when he wasn’t elbows deep in dough, barking orders while shoving fresh made cannolli’s at us. He’s a genius in the kitchen, and pretty much the best person to talk to when you have a problem. He doesn’t mess around with bull shit? You know? I guess the bonus of being at this school is getting to be around him. Anyways, back to the family business… My dad’s a lawyer, so he doesn’t do the restaurant stuff, everyone else does though, me included. You can even find little Jeremy standing on a stool in het back helping with dishes. We all pull our weight. The place is like, our legacy, you know? I think that in 50 years, it will still be owned and operated by Bianchi’s and serving the best plate of lasagna in the state of New York.
“Thank you for sharing that with me. So those are your family and friends, what about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
Describe myself? Effing pointless, I’m sitting right here, use your eyes. I bet you just want to use this to find out if I have some weird deep seeded self image problems. So physically, I guess I am attractive… ok, no, I know I’m pretty. I don’t think there’s any point in me acting like I don’t know it. I’m not self centered or anything, I just can see myself in a mirror… I don’t think I’m even close to the hottest shit in the world or anything either. There’s nothing wrong with a healthy acknowledgement of your beauty. Anyways, I’m not all that tall, 5’3, though I mask that with a lot of heels. I am more comfy is 4 inch spikes than in runners. I’m a healthy weight for my size, I could probably stand to gain a few pounds, but for the life of me, I can’t. I’m not really curvy, if I could change one thing about my looks it would be that. I’ve got brown eyes and I make it through most of the year with a slight tan (I’ve just got to love having Italian in .me) I’ve got dark brown hair, I used to have it quite long, but recently I’ve been chopping it pretty short, I kinda like it, the upkeep is way easier.
Mentally, well, I would say I’m totally fine. I’ve been told that I have a bit of a temper, but I don’t think it’s any worse than everyone else’s. I’m pretty ok with who I am, I’m out going, confident and friendly. I make some poor choices some times, but I’m a teenager, I’m well within my rights to be an idiot…. I did have a little bit of a break down a few months ago, back in May to be specific, when I.. well you know. But that’s totally normal. And I’m fine now. I just needed a few months to get my head back on right.
“Other then the reason your here, at Blackwood Academy, have you had any other issues with law enforcement?”
Nah, not really. Well, ok, perhaps I had a few. Nothing that was a big deal, I mean, I was usually able to smile and flutter my eyelashes out of any trouble. The many benefits of being a hot teenaged girl. Mostly it was just fooling around, you know, sneaking into clubs, under age drinking, some vandalism. I got into more trouble at school because of fights than I did outside with the cops.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done? Why did you feel the need to do that?”
I guess it would have to be the abortion. Don’t get me wrong, it was the right thing for me to do, and if I had to do it over again, I would make the same decision. I’m a firm believer in the right to choose. And I didn’t make the decision lightly. I put a lot of thought into what it would mean to have a baby and be a mother at my age. And I stand by my choice. But I still think about it sometimes. And what would have happened if it had been another guy, or if I kept the kid, and where my life would be at now. I go through moments where all my reasoning leaves me, and I’m convinced I’m just selfish. But what bothers me most about the it was the situation, that I was so stupid and let myself be put in a place where I needed to make the decision at all. And more importantly, keeping it from my family. I feel worst about that. I guess it’s because I know they would have been supportive, and it feels, well, just wrong that I kept them out of it. Mostly because I know they would have told me to have the kid, and I don’t like second guessing my decisions. I don’t know, maybe some people would say that’s no so bad, and that I’ve done worse, but that’s the thing that weighs most heavily in my heart..
"What the one things you're most proud of?"
I don’t really know. It hasn’t happened yet. I mean, I’ve done things I’m proud of, just nothing, like, major, you know? I think if I have to pick something it would be making state finals in track last year. My cheer team has made finals a few times, which is cool and all, but track, that’s different. There is no team, it’s just me. So that is a pretty cool accomplishment in my books. I hope in the grand scheme of my life, that isn’t my defining moment to be proud of.
"Other then your trouble with law enforcement, do you have any vices or addictions?"
] Nope. Unless you count an addiction carbs as a vice. Which you can’t because my family would die out if you had to cut out carbs. I don’t smoke, have only done weed a couple of times, and though I drink, it’s not an addiction, it’s more like occasional social binge drinking. I think that overall, I’m pretty healthy actually. .
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
I would change meeting Teddy. Because then I wouldn’t have had my heart broken, wouldn’t be so pissed at guys in general, wouldn’t have been pregnant, wouldn’t have had to make a hard decision, and ultimately, wouldn’t have ended up here.
“What criminal act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
Well, I believed I mentioned that when you’re on my bad side, I can be a bit of a terror. Well, Teddy went from being my beau to being on my bad side mighty fast. And I was hormonal and had just gone through an abortion for god’s sake. I think I was totally justified. Long story short, I was pissed, and frankly, one junk punch wasn’t enough retribution. I didn’t do anything that bad really. I knew his credit card number, so I went ahead and charged it for the abortion fees… then used it to ring up quite a few online purchases that would certainly make his dad’s eyebrows raise when he got the statement. You know, just a lot of gay porn, a Russian mail order bride, nothing outrageous. I just kept buying things until I maxed the sucker out. It ended up being close to 60 grand… what kid has a credit card with a sixty thousand dollar limit for god’s sake?
Anyways, I did that in a matter of hours, and was still pissed. So decided that wasn’t enough. (remember, hormones and fragile emotional state here…) So I went to his apartment. The door man knew me, I’d been around often enough, so he just let me go right on in.. you ever see that Kelly Clarkson video where she goes completely ape shit crazy in her exes place? Well, that’s kinda what happened… I mean, I left the common rooms and his parent’s shit alone. I just trashed his room, and all of his stuff I could get my hands on. Cutting up all his stupid designer threads was a particularly nice feeling. What? He made it clear what he actually thought of me.. pfft, ‘slumming it’, well it seemed totally natural, he thought I was trash, so I would act like it.
Still didn’t feel like that was enough. So I grabbed his spare car keys (idiot always kept them in his bedside table) and went down to the garage. He was at school, so his precious little sports car (I don’t know what kind it was, I have a vagina, remember? Jeeze) Any ways, his precious car was parked right where it should be. Decided to take the thing for a joy ride and left it parked in a particularly rough spot in Queens… how was I to know it would be stolen?
I was feeling mostly better by that point, but still wasn’t quite satisfied. So I took a cab to his fancy schmancy school, found him, punched him in the face (I broke his nose… can I change a previous answer? That’s what I’m most proud of) and then announced to all the gathered students that he deserved it because he gave me herpes…
So basically, I’m here because I lost my mind for an afternoon. The whole thing took some time to sort out. Charges were never actually pressed against me, which is probably good, I’d rung up quite a big tally all things said and done, fraud, theft, destruction of property, defamation of character and assault to name a few. Lawyers were involved, but in the end, Teddy’s father was more concerned with appearances than with justice. Charges would bring things out in public, and he didn’t want some story being spread that his precious little boy forced a poor girl to get an abortion. (not entirely true, but hey, I didn’t want to go to juuvie, I could play up the story any way I wanted) My family knew about this school, clearly as my grandpa works here. So a deal was struck. I’d come here in September to finish my school, and be ‘rehabilitated’, never go anywhere near Teddy or his family again, and never mentioned what happened between us publicly blah blah blah. And in return, they didn’t press charges and I didn’t end up someone’s bitch in juuvie. The worst thing about it though, is that I had to tell my parents about the abortion. They were so... disappointed in me. Which is a million times worse than them being pissed. I asked them, no, begged them, not to say anything to anyone else. I guess I just have to hope they keep their mouths shut. I don't want everyone else to give me that sad, pitying, disappointed look.
“Do think that you deserve to be here?”
Well, I maintain that Teddy deserved a million times worse than what I gave him. But I did break the law, and pretty badly, so yeah, I deserve it. I’m actually lucky they sent me here. I mean, no way my lawyer could have beat their expensive legal team in court, and Paps is here, so it’ll still be like home..
"Tell me about your life before Blackwood Academy contacted you, what led up to your stay here."
I think I covered most things pretty nicely. But here it goes anyways. I was born in Greenwich Village in New York City. I was the second child, and since I was born, my mom popped out four more. My father is a lawyer, so we had a fairly comfortable middle class life. Probably would have been more comfy had there not been a billion mouths to feed, but I’m not complaining, I’d pick my siblings over money any day. So yeah, dad is a lawyer, and my mom works waiting tables at our family’s restaurant.
I had a pretty average childhood, nothing dramatic or traumatizing, just a nice, typical, albeit large, family. Everything is always really family oriented with us. Holidays, meals, special occasions, vacations, none are complete if the entire immediate family isn’t there, and if possible, at least one branch of the extended. There really isn’t much else to tell. I wish I could give you some juicy details, but there really aren’t any to be had. It was simple. It was amazing
Really, to be honest, up until a few months ago, I would have said my life felt pretty perfect. Great friends, awesome family, seemingly perfect boyfriend. Yeah, things could have been better, and I used to complain sometimes about the parents, or the excessive siblings, or stupid bitches in school, but really, I knew I had it pretty damn good.
Then, I got pregnant, lost my boyfriend and baby, and my mind followed shortly there after. I’m not going to explain it again, alright? I already went through this. He was a douche and I went nuts for a bit, and ended up here. Done and Done.
Bianchi, Francesca, D:
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: May 9, 16 Years old
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: I was admitted when I was 16, just a few weeks ago.
Grade: Junior
Health issues: Nothing of note, other than some issues with her shins from running track and jumping around like a crazy person in Cheerleading
Other: She as a few scars from falls she took during cheering, and has had her nose broken twice. One tattoo, on her upper thigh that a shady friend did a little drunkenly one night. It’s supposed to be Garfield, since she loves lasagna so much, but whether it actually looks like him is debatable. Only people who’ve seen her naked and a few friends know it’s there. BAM
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: May 9, 16 Years old
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: I was admitted when I was 16, just a few weeks ago.
Grade: Junior
Health issues: Nothing of note, other than some issues with her shins from running track and jumping around like a crazy person in Cheerleading
Other: She as a few scars from falls she took during cheering, and has had her nose broken twice. One tattoo, on her upper thigh that a shady friend did a little drunkenly one night. It’s supposed to be Garfield, since she loves lasagna so much, but whether it actually looks like him is debatable. Only people who’ve seen her naked and a few friends know it’s there. BAM
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