Post by giovanni on Apr 22, 2012 1:02:08 GMT -5
giovanni rex antonelli
STUDENT, TWENTY, COLD, JUDGMENTAL, METICULOUS, DAVE FRANCO, HARTFORD
as one could tell you my name means a lot to someone out there. to someone whose loved one died in one of the two plane crashes caused by my father and incidentally also my mother. i know it wasn't right of what they did, but their children shouldn't also be put to blame for it either. children are blamed for a lot things that their parents do. it's not like the children can choose who their parents are, none of them have that choice. the only choice made is the parents picking who their children are, or in this case not aborting the pregnancy of the accidental impregnation. you use i share the same view my twin sister does. i hate my parents, they didn't give a damn about us. so when my parents were put to blame for their crime, i was somewhat joyful because it's karma biting them in the fucking ass. they have so much power over people back home in southampton because we are rich. all they would have to do is pay someone off and the problem goes away. except when they were put to blame outside of our comfort zone, well, look at it this way, it's karma telling them they should have done something differently. but what difference does it make now, they are paying the price for their ill-fated plans.
so after all this combustion of my parents ill-fated plans coming into the open and everyone, and i mean everyone finding out about this dump shit, well my life got worse. i got bullied in school and my friends slowly started to ditch me to find a new friend to hang out. i know what their parents told them, 'say away from giovanni, his parents are murderers, terrorists', 'i don't want you hanging out with that boy anymore.' some old stuff over and over again. after things got boring because they were same old same old, i soon got beaten up for the fact of my parents failures, i was still known as the rich kid, because well my parents transferred all the money they had to a separate bank account in my uncle's name because they wanted us to at least have money growing up as they were rotting in jail. my uncle then set up accounts for all of us and gave us allowance every few weeks of money. it wasn't like we were going to go and spend it all at once, we actually knew how to handle the money given to us. we all ended up saving it instead of spending it because who knows when it's going to be a raining day and you need some extra cash for something. it's better to save it and spend it later than spending it right away and not having it.
with all this media shit blowing over and such, kenna had told me once mom and dad were placed in jail that reuben was our cousin and half-brother, some pretty fucked up shit right there. but now that you mention though, he looks a lot like our uncle. so it's not like it would be surprising if reuben had already knew that after looking in the mirror and then back at our uncle. though i wasn't allowed to tell him that his biological father was our uncle. kenna told me not to, or she would kick me in the baby maker over and over again, until it wasn't affective at making babies anymore. not something i wanted to go through especially when your younger sister of three minutes wants to be mean to the older twin. but that's just basically how our relationship goes since well you know, i tend to help her cause trouble when she's in the mood of doing it. it's just our own little way of letting steam out and getting that thrilling moodlet of causing destruction and making a mess for someone else to clean up. too bad reuben or tatum doesn't exacting know what we do when we aren't home. then again they are barely home though, with reuben taking shifts at the hospital being a nurse instead of his dream job of being a doctor which was basically ruined by our parents. he probably would have made a great doctor, but if people ever asked about our name, i think patients would ask for another doctor to care and treat them. i wouldn't blame them either, but he's my brother, no matter what happens. tatum on the other hand is usually hanging out with her friends, the only two guys that actually like her and neither one of them have the balls to ask her out though. i bet one of these days reuben is going to make one of them ask her to just give us the pleasure of seeing it happen instead of the distress of watching them in distress as they pretend like nothing is wrong.
now that we live in hartford, things haven't really changed much. i was still bullied when kenna and i went to high school, we didn't make much friends. we caused so much trouble for people. and oh yeah, i can draw really well and no one knows it. i put a pen name on my artwork when it was completed. but most of the draws were blue prints and the outside design of buildings. not that crap of pretty girly things or whatever other people draw. though that's basically what i'm going for in college. architecture. for some reason i just like drawing out the building design of things, it's so much more interesting of where things go, how things are and such. it's what i mostly spend my time doing when i'm not out about town with kenna causing trouble and ruckus for the town to clean up. though i think one of these days were are going to get caught and reuben will be pissed at us since he's more likely to come pick us up at the police station.
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