Post by WHITLEY DENT on Dec 30, 2011 21:11:31 GMT -5
whitley elsie dent
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: none;,true][cs=2][atrb=width,300] hey there. the name's whitley elise debt! i go by whit too if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am twenty two & loving it. oh. you've heard that I'm pansexual? & that I'm from anchorage, alaska? well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta get going, my child is calling. see ya'! history "foster and aerie dent are my parents, but they might as well be two ghosts of my past. when my eighteenth birthday came around they quit spending their money on me and very blatantly told me that i was kicked out. they wouldn't have had to tell me, as soon as i was legal i had made up my mind that was going to haul ass away from them and spend my life trying to create some happy memories they had never been able to create. you're supposed to speak fondly of your parents but i highly doubt that is possible when they are very well two of the most despicable people on the face of the planet. brawley was born when i was nineteen and my parents have yet to be informed of his existence. i think that shows how much i value my relationship with the people who are responsible for my entire childhood. let's go back to the very beginning, i suppose. they were the couple who have been twined with one another since the beginnings of their childhood. everyone swore that they were going to get married, and look it, the shit couple made truth out of everyone's predictions. aerie was not a bad girl, from the way that my nanny used to speak about her. she was meek and submissive, eager to please and terribly shy. foster was the sort of boy who should have never gotten his hands on such an innocent thing. he thought that civil unrest was the most entertaining thing and too much trouble was never enough. the words he used had aerie wrapped around his pinky finger immediately and she was as good as gone with the first kiss. they were seventeen when they got married, so far off from the rest of the world who happened to be tutting with disapproval. foster was deadbeat and aerie was stupid shit to ever say yes. everyone shook their heads at the couple when they told nanny that they were expecting a child. aerie was only seventeen. shame must have set in on my mom because soon after the news spread around the city the newlyweds packed up and moved their asses to los angeles. fuck me if i know why they decided on the fame place of california. my mom has no class and my father had no talent. they were just a worthless couple who maybe thought their dreams would come true. i never bothered to try and understand their issues, there is too many of them for that. eight months somehow went by without foster getting shot for his cockiness and scheming and aerie amazingly staying in decent hell. they lived in a shitty motel, scraping by with cheap payments because of the pity act that aerie would put on. i think the first year they survived because foster had a skill when it came to conning people out of their money. nine months of pregnancy ended and i popped out of my mom after fourteen long hours of labor. the motel owner discovered the bloody mess and an agitated foster and it is safe to say they were kicked out for good. an unsafe mobile home is exactly the ideal place that a child should be raised. it's a miracle that they even secured that sort of place, though it was in shambles when they settled in to rent it. the landowner did not attempt to fix it up at all and don't even think that my father played mister fix it. my whole span of toddler years were spent there and it's really surprising that i didn't die. but i'll be damned, it was not a good time. being a child, i was curious. so on ten separate accounts i weaseled my way into something that ended up in an injury. speaking of that, i have a scar on my head from the time a loose pipe whacked me straight on the noggin. aerie was too focused on keeping foster content and foster was too busy with his 'gangster' friends. where could a kid fit into their life at all? exactly, there was no available room. that's why it is no wonder that they were threatened with reports of child abuse by the grandmother of a lady who lived next door. she's my hero. i remember the days she would come over and let me spend days at end in her care. then she had to go and die on me. aerie became a whore to try and support the family. it's sickening because my father completely agreed with the deals that she set up. joy actually came to him because she claimed to be a lesbian and brought the women home. mind you, i was about six years old when this whole business started to happen. let's form this little mental image: six year old whitley coming home from school in her clothes that fit terribly and backpack twenty years old to see her mom having sex with a woman and her dad watching. i went into school several times to report this vivid images to my teacher. by the time i was nine an investigation happened at the apartment that we had moved into. because of my mom's skeevy business we were able to upgrade. but little whitley had to go and get the authorities involved. my father, who was still doing conning and now drug dealing, was not happy. no real evidence could be scrounged up but i was smacked around to teach me that i shouldn't run my mouth. i never raised any suspicion again. thank you daddy dearest for telling me to keep secrets. the teenage years were the worst. we had to move back into an even crappier mobile home because my father had to cut back on his illegal dealings. by the good graces of god i was granted a scholarship to one of the fanciest private schools in the city. my parents didn't care, they were just glad they didn't have to spend any money on my education. i had to buy my own uniform, i used to the money that i earned from working at some hair place as their janitor basically. i didn't earn much but it was the only way that i earned money and it was a reason to get out of the house. the uniform was two sizes too big and i was missing half of the books required to get through classes. it was the first revelation to the school that i was really some poor shit. i was even more out of place with the students. it was the classic they are all posh and i have nothing. i made the best out of it, dealing with their arrogance with quick quips that could only make them respect me. by the time i was done schooling i was some sort of cinderella in that school. it's probably one of the proudest recollections of my shoddy life. i had no social life growing up. it was impossible to bring anyone back into my house. it was a mess and reeked of drugs and alcohol. my mom was mess by then, making her way to become fully crazy. foster was just an angry man, finally realizing that he was not going to make it anywhere in life. he waged battles with me constantly and oddly enough tried to enforce strict rules on me. it was comical and i would not adhere to any of the rules that he set. i tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. so i would turn to wandering the streets, taking up odd jobs to make some money, and moving around from libraries and diners as a way to stay out of the house. there was one twenty four hour diner that basically became my home in the last two years of high school. i frequented there so much eventually that the servers would give me free meals. once i shared my story they quit threatening with with reports of loitering. it was the best place out of all of los angeles and i dearly miss the old ladies who would serve me coffee at three in the morning. brawley is the next part of my life. i was fresh out of high school and had nowhere to go. college was not going to be the answer for me, i knew that because i had no money and no drive. reagan was the one who took me in. it was a summer romance but the best part of my life. i regret nothing that happened my summer. i think he was twenty four, he was sketchy and never shared any information. reagan wasn't actually his real name, he never told me that. but he offered me a place to stay and love. it was the biggest and most meaningful gift that i had ever received. it was only three months, maybe even a little less. he had told me that when summer ended i would need to leave. it was no weight on my shoulders because at least he had even looked at me at all. september came around and i was gone from california, but it just wasn't me now. i had a child in my stomach and i was barely even an adult myself. it was in bluewater that i found my salvation. it was a relative of reagan's who was basically my savior, since i had no one else to turn to. the last four years of life can practically be rolled up into one. linette is the relative that has basically taken me in. she is an elderly lady with a huge house that no one else inhabits. she offered me a place to stay under one rule: she would watch over my child and see that i was raising him the correct way. it was an acceptable offer that i would have been stupid to pass up. i got on my feet slowly, trying to balance taking care of brawley and making a life for myself. a year passed that was sort of my break time before linette told me that i needed to get a job or she would have to throw me out . the country club in bluewater was hiring and i was able bodied and willing to put up with snobby people who flooded the club. i started out as a waiter and now at the age of twenty two i do just about everything. it pays nicely and i have flexible hours. i am satisfied and linette is proud. brawley is five and we have continued this facade that he is linette's nephew, because i actually want a chance in this town. hopefully i'll be able to make it into school this year." personality "we'll start if off with the fact that i am obviously spiteful. i am a hardworking person who has never deliberately tried to harm anyone in anyway. what reason would i give you to judge me or act ill towards me? there is not a damn reason. not one at all. in this way i think it is completely justified if i feel like i must return the favor. i don't like being crossed and i will make sure that eventually the wrong doer gets what they have done to me in three fold. i'm not a menacing person, though. i try to be the sort that people feel like they can go to when they are suffering through a crisis. it's just...don't think that you can walk all over me or spit on me with ignorance. it has to be my biggest peeve, that is all i have to say. especially when the rudeness is not deserved, which is they way that it seems to be in most cases. if that is truly the case then i won't hesitate to go at you without any thought of the consequences. god be damned, i am a nice person and everyone should realize that. so, in the end, you are just batshit crazy if you think that you can act arrogantly towards me. i am the first to realize the good things in life, the things that matter and will stick with you until the day you die, those are the moments that i live for and hope to retain until i am old and withered. i would rather have memories and laugh lines on my face as opposed to riches and plastic surgery. i don't need to be pretty or have the finest things in life: all i want is to know that i did not let my life waste away. happiness is the biggest thing that i really pride myself on. i am lighthearted and positive because i know that they next day will bring better things. i am the story that proves things can get better if you wait enough. i think that because of such a thing i have also come to be patient and tolerant. it's just with the nasty people and disrespectful sorts that i cannot keep my cool. they can't see what they are doing to themselves and how they are making other people feel. that's another huge thing i support: making sure that you keep others in mind. don't say that rude comment if it is aimed purposely at someone and realize that anything you do has a bigger effect than you think it will. people are so shallow sometimes. if only they could open their goddamn eyes. i may have the mouth of a sailor, thank you daddy, but it shows that i am a mom. i don't ever regret having brawley, he is a bundle of joy that i thank the gods i don't believe in for everyday. i have become very flexible, learning that i have to keep my little man in mind and see that at times he means more than my own needs. in this sense i act the very same towards my friends. if they need something i am going to try my hardest to see that they get it. but i have also come to see that there is a limit., i can be strict when it comes to setting boundaries. this can be a turn off but everyone needs to know that there is only so much they can try and milk from me. i can be generous but at the same time i also have to try and look out for myself. and then there is the gross factor. nothing can set me off anymore. you have a kid and then you realize that the dirty things are just little things. i also don't mind getting dirty for the sake of work. a broken nail and some stains on a shirt are okay with me. washing machines were invented for a reason after all." | [atrb=width,200] |
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