Post by darryl on Nov 10, 2012 12:59:02 GMT -5
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Colton Darryl Wickens. Eighteen. Rotten Apple. Senior. Oliver Sykes.
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"][/td][td]"Drinking? Smoking? Illegal tattoos? Whats next Colton, is there gonna be some pregnant teenager sobbing on our front porch, just like your mother did to me when she was pregnant with you? You are just like her, if it wasn't for the fact that you are guy you would be just freaking like her! And you know what, I will not stand to watch you deconstruct yourself like your mother did, I am not going to watch you die too, Colton, you're going to Dynasty."Coltons grandmother
shook her head at her only grandson, looking both disgusted and worried. She remembered all to clearly of the time when her sons girlfriend had showed up sobbing at her door because she was pregnant with Colton and had no where to go. When the child was born the older lady took him in as her own, watching the girl walk out of the hospital and never look back at her son. Or well, that was until five years later when she was practically begging for anything to put in her system, and she wanted her dear little son back. That incident had been only a mere five days before she was killed by her so called boyfriend, even though everyone knew it was her pimp. She could remember Colton sobbing into her skirt for his lost mother, even though he had never known her. It was that day when the grandmother had ushered him out and began to do everything in her power to make sure he never turned out like his mother.
And he was an okay kid, except for his extreme temper. Colton butted heads with his grandmother a number of times as a child, he was stubborn, a bit slow, and he loved to cause riots. The temper would randomly flare, he would do something explosive, but then he was fine again. His grandmother learned to live with it until he was about thirteen, and he got so angry with her he took a swing at her, knocking her in the jaw. His grandmother was screaming and pinned to the floor by the lanky and somewhat strong thirteen year old. Neighbors came to the rescue but no charges were made. The old lady, on the other hand, decided to do something about his anger problems. There was obviously something wrong with him. After about three trips to the doctors and numerous therapist, Colton was diagnosed with intermittent explosive disorder.
If you asked his grandmother she would very openly tell you that the reason he parties so hard is for self medication, but you never know.
His grandmother shipped him off to Dynasty in hopes that the school would reform him, but that's a laugh, isn't it? If anything, Coltons problems have amplified, drugs are much easier to find and a willing girl is always around the corner. His grandmother would probably have a heart attack if she saw him now.
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[/td][/tr][tr][td]shook her head at her only grandson, looking both disgusted and worried. She remembered all to clearly of the time when her sons girlfriend had showed up sobbing at her door because she was pregnant with Colton and had no where to go. When the child was born the older lady took him in as her own, watching the girl walk out of the hospital and never look back at her son. Or well, that was until five years later when she was practically begging for anything to put in her system, and she wanted her dear little son back. That incident had been only a mere five days before she was killed by her so called boyfriend, even though everyone knew it was her pimp. She could remember Colton sobbing into her skirt for his lost mother, even though he had never known her. It was that day when the grandmother had ushered him out and began to do everything in her power to make sure he never turned out like his mother.
And he was an okay kid, except for his extreme temper. Colton butted heads with his grandmother a number of times as a child, he was stubborn, a bit slow, and he loved to cause riots. The temper would randomly flare, he would do something explosive, but then he was fine again. His grandmother learned to live with it until he was about thirteen, and he got so angry with her he took a swing at her, knocking her in the jaw. His grandmother was screaming and pinned to the floor by the lanky and somewhat strong thirteen year old. Neighbors came to the rescue but no charges were made. The old lady, on the other hand, decided to do something about his anger problems. There was obviously something wrong with him. After about three trips to the doctors and numerous therapist, Colton was diagnosed with intermittent explosive disorder.
If you asked his grandmother she would very openly tell you that the reason he parties so hard is for self medication, but you never know.
His grandmother shipped him off to Dynasty in hopes that the school would reform him, but that's a laugh, isn't it? If anything, Coltons problems have amplified, drugs are much easier to find and a willing girl is always around the corner. His grandmother would probably have a heart attack if she saw him now.
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Medicine. Two. I'm a wild one, tame me now!
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