Ian M. Draven

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“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”

My name is Ian Matthew Draven, I was never given many nicknames, none kind anyway so I just go by Ian. My mother named me because my dad didn't really care enough to contribute. Ian was my mother's favorite name and Matthew was her dad's name so it just worked out.

“Next question, how’s school?”

I went to a private school somewhere in the middle of nowhere. I can hardly remember what the inside of any of the class rooms looked like. I went to music and history but that was just to see 'her'. I hated school, I had no need for it. See I had accepted I was going to be a failure long before anyone else could. I only ever tried for my mom.

“What did you do when you weren’t in school?”

When I wasn't in school, I was drinking or trying to con someone into buying me a drink. I also enjoyed setting fire to things, the warmth of the flame mixed with the buzz of the alcohol made it all the more fun to skip class for such events. I did also enjoy reading and drawing, though I never thought I was all that great at it. Music also helped to keep me sane and out of trouble for a while.

Movies were nice, no one could ever see what or who you were doing in the dark room. Plus I enjoyed seeing a movie while all my friends were in class, then when they got out to go see it I'd go and spoil it for them.

I also loved hanging out with the one person that ever really cared about me, but that didn't last too long.

“Tell me about your friends and family. How are your relationships with them?”

I love my mom like any smart kid should. But as much as I hate to say it because it just sounds so typical I hate my father. I hate his friends even more. The rest of my family never really hung around us, we weren't rich enough to live up to their desired style of living. I blame them for most of my crappy life.

My friends were morons, they were so ignorant and blind. My group of friends changed almost every month. I'd get tired of the goody pricks trying to sucker me into class because they 'cared' about me.

I have a little sister, her name is Daisy. But I haven't seen her since she ran away. She was my only reason for holding out on snapping as long as I did.

Then there was Beth, she was my reason for living. But she's dead now.

“Well we know about your friends and family, but what do you think about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”

I'm a horrible person. I know this, and I can admit this. I don't think I'm all bad, but I'm bad enough no one wants to hang around to find the good. Mentally, I trust no one and with good reason. I've been told I'm not all there, I guess going into random fits and saying things before you think can make people think that.

I like to keep in shape, because I'm not a big fan of being pushed around, and if you look like a wuss, chances are you are. I'm not tall or buff but I could probably kick your ass if you mess with me, and I will.

“Have you had any trouble with the law?”

I'm a pyromaniac. Fire is beautiful and expressive. It's also deadly and if not handed properly can get out of control real fast. It reminds me of me. That being said, I loved setting things on fire. Trees, cars were the best though, because if no one caught it in time you'd get to see a fancy explosion.

I also liked to get into fights, I'm not a big fan of trash talk and you find out when you've stepped over the line when I punch your face in.

I might have also tried to kill my dad, it's a real shame the cops are quick.

“Why did you do it?”

Easy. Setting people's stuff on fire pisses them off. Why wouldn't I want to do that. Fights? I couldn't let people walk all over me. Plus it was just fun to see if I could make them cry. Sadly, blood flowed before tears but eh, it's the attempt that really counts.

Now why I tried to kill my dad? That is a very long story, but the guy deserved it. He's a murderer, a liar and an all around devil. I'm only sorry I didn't finish him off when I had the chance. Who would have thought the devil himself could survive five stab wounds to the gut? Psh. My luck.

As for the fire. I didn't. I swear. I mean, sure sometimes I black out and do things I don't remember doing. But I'd never hurt Beth. I loved her. But you can believe what you want.

“What is the worst thing you’ve done?”

I set my teachers car on fire while it was parked under a tree, in front of the school building.. The teacher of the year parking spot to be exact. The fire department was a little late on that one.. There is no more tree, or car.. and they had to rebuild half the library. But I got off saying it was an accident. That GOD they didn't have security cameras until after that event.

I suppose attempting to kill my father could be considered a really bad thing, to those who are stupid enough to believe the force fed lies of "he's an innocent victim". But to me, it was a charity to the world. You're welcome.

"What the thing you're most proud of?"

I'm proud of not going down without a fight. Those idiots told me to stop but why on earth would I? I'm proud I stayed true to everything I ever did, and only dodged the blame when it was a serious situation, such as burning down half the library and pissing off a ton of nerds in the process.

"Got any vices?"

I love drinking. It's just fun and helps you forget things and oh the sleep after a good drunken night is just unbeatable! I speak before I think so some dumb and hurtful things come out. And I'm pretty manipulative when I want something. Or someone.

“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”

I'd have set more fires, killed my dad and ran away with Beth. I'd have stopped my sister from running away... When I got into the fight with me dad I told her to run because he was threatening to kill her and my mom if I tried to pass the blame on him. She ran and I haven't seen her sense. I regret that a lot. I also regret not aiming for the throat.

“What act got you sent here and who recommended it?”

I think it's just the build up of all the bad stuff I've done. But the worst wasn't me. It was my dad. See he hated Beth. Her dad owned a posh club my dad was a part of, it was the only thing that made my father feel like he had any worth. But when Beth's dad found out the "bad kid" she was dating was me, he kicked my dad out of the club and that only pissed my dad off. So he made me break up with Beth so he could get back into the club, that only lasted until we were caught sneaking out to meet each other. Once again my dad was kicked out and this time for good. It ruined his rep and drove him insane. Oddly enough Beth's family's house caught fire and everyone inside died. I had nothing to do with it. I swear. But my dad sold the story I was pissed Beth broke up with me and set the fire myself. Cops will believe anything.

“Do you deserve to be here?”

I do, in my own way. It keeps me from hurting innocent people, which I will do without a second thought anymore. I set things on fire and laugh over it. I beat people up for looking at me odd. I drink, and drive and really don't give a damn. But for what they said I did no. I don't belong here.

"Tell me about your life before B.A.D. contacted you."

It was heaven and hell. I was normal enough, except for the bad things I did. I was respectful to people I loved, my mom, sister and Beth. But I was an ass to everyone else. I was only really happy when with Beth because she would bring the matches. She was amazing, and she loved me. The real me. Not the me everyone thought they knew.

I did what I had to do to keep people happy enough to stay off my back and had the right friends to back me up to keep me out of jail. and the slow friends that I could outrun to keep out of trouble.

I didn't do much really, I had a small job stocking shelves at a book store and made enough money on that do buy alcohol and other unnecessary things. So pretty much I guess I had it made. Had.

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Draven, Ian, M:

Race: Caucasian

DOB and Age: December 14th. 18

Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 18, a week

Grade: 12

Health issues: None

Other: Has been known to black out and not remember doing things. Also has a bad habit of speaking without thinking.

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