Post by shyloh on Dec 5, 2010 15:09:11 GMT -6
SHYLOHJEZEBELTELLER
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
My name? Shouldn't my name already be on your little piece of paper? But, I guess I could amuse the brainless. My name is Shyoh Teller, that's spelt with a Y, not an I. People call me Shy, or Jezebel. I prefer Shyloh though.
“Next question, how’s school?”
I'm not really a 'school' person, you know? People there piss me off, so I usually didn't go, plus Ihad more important things to do. I'm a junior, not that you don't already know that. The school name was Riverdale High School. A real beauty, not.
“What did you do when you weren’t in school?”
I played music with a few friends in a bar for money. Better then whoring myself around like some of these girls around here. I also work part time at the local mechanic garage to feed my younger siblings. If I'm not working, I'm watching the kids while my mom sleeps all damn day. Yeah, I'm sure she's said a load of crap too. Most of the time I hang with what little friends I have left to keep my sanity. I hang out under the bridge with some friends of mine most of the time. Other times I'm at the skate park. Just depends on my mood.
“Tell me about your friends and family. How are your relationships with them?”
I have few friends. Why get close to someone if they just stab you in the back in the end? I guess my best friends would be Daveigh and Kyler. They're both like me ina way I guess, maybe they don't cause as much trouble as me. As their parents say anyways. Daveigh is the girl who took the rap with me, Kyler bailed on us, but hey, what can you do? I still love him like a brother. Daveigh, I don't know what happened to her. Her parent's probably bailer her ass out.
My family... I have no idea who my dad is, he bailed on us before I was even born. Or says my mom, but I think she is a whore, so it doesn't matter anyways. I have four younger siblings. Rayven is fourteen, Peyton and Damien are ten, and Myloh is three. I try hard to keep food on the table for them. The only one of them that knows their daddy is Myloh. He helps out sometimes, but he doesn't really like me much. Thinks that I'm gonna sell the kids for money. Yeah right, that'd be my dumbass mother. Oh, umm, if you can try and get them in a good home? My mom won't take care of them, I'm the only one who did.
“Well we know about your friends and family, but what do you think about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
Honestly? I think I could be better if I tried, but I don't want to be better. I just want to live my life, and get far from here as possible. I'm an okay person I suppose, I mean I'm funny, and I can get along with people. But don't think I won't kick someone's ass if I have to. I swear people under estimate me because I'm 5 foot 6 inches, and only weigh 156 pounds. Yes, I am fiery too, it comes naturally to a red head like me.
“Have you had any trouble with the law?”
What kind of stupid question is that? Seriously, are you THAT stupid? Yes, I've been in trouble with the law a few times actually. It's nothing really, just assaulting my mom, breaking and entering. I did steal a car once, but I swear I didn't mean too. It was just there, and kind of taunting me, you know? I've gotten caught, of course. I got caught with weed, but that's the only drug I've ever used. I mean, you try taking care of four kids when you're this young. It gets stressful! I went to juvie for beating the crap out of a guy trying to grab Rayven one day, but I mean, he was trying to take my little sister, what did you expect me to do? I got caught for the car too, those are the only things I've gotten caught for.
“Why did you do it?”
Well, most of it was because I could. The beating the crap out of the guy was because he tried to grab my little sister. That's not okay with me. Breaking and entering was because I needed some cash for food, and people wouldn't hire me 'cause I was only fourteen then. I never got caught for that though, thank God. I assaulted my mom 'cause she pissed me off. She tried to kick me out of the house, when I'm the one who pays the frickin' bills, and takes care of her damn kids. I just stole the care because I could, and I wanted too. It was a nice car too. '69 Charger painted orange with black racing strips down the middle. Still gives me goose bumps thinking about it.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done?”
Hitting my mom of course. I felt bad afterwards, but the guilt slips away when you're like me. I don't have time to be feeling guilty about slapping my mom around, trying to get her to be sober. I've tried my hardest to help her, but it never seems to work, so I gave up a few years ago. No big deal anymore, but I think that Rayven might becoming more like me then I'd like to think. So, maybe being a bad influence on my kid sisters and brother is the worst thing I've done.
"What the thing you're most proud of?"
Not abandoning my family in my darkest hour. Oh, and passing high school. That's something to be proud of, and I enjoy so much being a junior. That means only one more year of that God forsaken school. I haven't really done anything to be proud of, unless you count stealing that car, then yes, I'm proud of that. I'm also proud of how talented I am with music. I can play the guitar, sing, and play drums. Amazing, right?
"Got any vices?"
Ha, yeah. I have a habit of smoking weed when I'm feeling stressed or in a bitch mood. I like to drink, but not often. Every once in a while, I do have children to take care of.
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
Hmm, let me think. I think it would be how my kid sisters and brothers were raised. I want them to have a good life, with a family that has a real mom and real dad. An older sister who doesn't do things that are illegeal. I mean, I know I do it take care of them, most of the time, but I just want them to have better. So, I guess it would be to have different parents. Or be less of a bad influence.
“What act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
Stealing the car is what got me sent here. I'm sure whatever else is on my recorder played into as well. It was bound to happen I guess. The judge and my parol officer reccommended it actually. Hal and I are such good terms, that's my parol officer, we aren't really. He actually hates me, and probably wanted to send me to jail, but I'm not of age yet. The judge was probably tired of seeing my face, so she sent me here.
“Do you deserve to be here?”
Of course I do. I've done things that should've put me in a federal prison if I were an adult. I mean, kids get sent here because they've fucked up their life, I haven't messed mine up yet. I've made mistakes yeah, but I have people I have to take care of. A family that needs me. So, what I'm saying is, that I come here, get the help I need, go home and take care of the kids. It's only logical.
"Tell me about your life before B.A.D. contacted you."
Well, I'm assuming my dad is some guy my mom picked up for money, but I don't really know because I've never asked her. I grew up in the wrong part of town, raising four other kids as best as I could. My mom, Amy, was always drunk or asleep, so I took the liberty to get a job and pay the rent for the trailer we live in. When I was fourteen, I made friends with Daveigh and Kyler, and that's really when the trouble started you know. I started smoking weed, and stealing things, but nothing too major.
It was around fifth teen when I formed a band with my two best friends, and one other boy named, Alex. We played at local bars, and clubs, trying to get money. Sometimes I would play solo so I wouldn't have to split the money, but the band didn't care. They understood really. I also got a job working in an mechanic garage, working on cars. Well, I didn't start working on cars till I was sixteen, but whatever. It was around this time that I stole assaulted my mom, and then beat the crap out of the guy who tried to take my sister. I was then carted off to juvie for the thrid time since breaking and entering at fourteen.
Well now, I'm here, for stealing that pretty little car. I'm sure my parol officer is enjoying me being sent here. I mean, the man is like twenty - six and has to deal with kids like me all day, and I think I'm the worst one. I do have a bad temper towards him, makes me wonder if that's why he hates me. Oh well.
LAST NAME, FIRST NAME, MIDDLE INTIAL: Teller, Shyloh, J.
Race: White
DOB and Age: October 13th, 1993 :: 17
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: Seventeen, Seventeen and two months.
Grade: Junior
Health issues: Bi Polar, but doesn't take meds for it.
Other: Her temper can get extremely bad at time.
Race: White
DOB and Age: October 13th, 1993 :: 17
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: Seventeen, Seventeen and two months.
Grade: Junior
Health issues: Bi Polar, but doesn't take meds for it.
Other: Her temper can get extremely bad at time.
Your name: Ashleigh or Shy, I dun care
How you found us: on thanks for the memories
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