Post by reuben on Apr 21, 2012 18:21:28 GMT -5
reuben tucker antonelli
GRADUATE, TWENTY-FIVE, AUDACIOUS, CAREFUL, ADAPTABLE, ANDREW COOPER, HARTFORD
this isn't a story about how the older sibling has to take care of his younger siblings without their parents involved in their lives. technically it somewhat is, but mostly it's not. that's now how our lives were suppose to work out to be, you see, i'm the eldest of four children, and i come from a fairly rich family. that old blood stuff of where my grandparents were really rich from working from the ground up on the family company, and such. though that may have been a factor to at least help us out, but in the end it just makes us a mess in public to everyone else.
you see my father worked in the family company as being one the heads since you know he's the son of the owner and creator and such of this so-called family company. but short story short, my father and mother were blamed for a terrible, treacherous act. they had their secret schemes with people and somehow they were brought out to the light of things. lots of people had died because of this act, i really don't know the details of it because well my other family members never really went into details about it. so they ended up being so-called terrorists and were put into jailed. a whole media outburst followed.
my uncle basically helped us get through the hard times until i was able to get the hell out of our old life and move elsewhere. we lived in southampton, new york at the time, and nothing there was kept secret for a very long, it always got around through to people. we had a very nice, large ass house we owned, actually we still own it, but haven't gone there for a few years.
oh did i mention this all happened when i was seventeen years old. junior in high school, one of the popular, hot brainy kids everyone wanted to hang out with. i even did a bit of modeling which most of the girls drooled over me about too. but once everything came out, my changed. it became worse for my siblings and myself. no one wanted to hang with me anymore. i became the most hated person and i was considered the plaque for the fact that my parents were murderers, terrorists even. our lives were ruined. i also started losing modeling gigs for the fact of my last name and being referred to the guy whose parents were the most hated people in america at the time.
though life went on, things never really changed. my siblings were bullied throughout the rest of their life in school. we ended up moving to hartford, connecticut, where my uncle bought a house for all of us to stay and continue with our schooling lives. i tried to not make many friends for the fact that people who heard my last name usually took a few minutes to remember that 'oh you're the son of the terrorist couple who took down two similar planes, and killed everyone on them,' or 'get away from me terrorist spawn'. things were harsh especially when i went to my college classes, which by the way i was doing pre-med, to become a nurse. because if i was a doctor, more people would be questioning me as to why i would want to help me after so many died on those planes. it made things less complicated for me. i got through school and was able to get rather good grades in most of my classes.
i tried to drink to get rid of the sorrow that my parents brought on to us, but it just went into a drunken rage every now and again. it wasn't the best choice for me as my sister, tatum had to help my sorry ass to the toilet or make sure i did die in my sleep when i was heavily drunk. life was hard for her too, only being two years younger than me. but her and my life together weren't as bad as the twins, kenna and giovanni had the worse of luck. having gone through more disasters in school than i did. they being the youngest and still had lots more school to go through.
though i'm sure you're tired of hearing this tremendous story about how parents fucked up the lives of their children for their own greed. because i also think you've heard enough, to end things up, i'm gonna say this. i'm not like my parents, none of my siblings are. we are judged by their actions that were made, instead of the actions we make ourselves. people see us for what they did, and not what we have done to accomplish what we got through and overcame. i hope you make your own decisions about me than about how my parents reflect my own self.
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