blackbourne, aria

[aria blackbourne]

aria caterina blackbourne - seventeen - junior - female - heterosexual - leeshy - eastern - emily didonato

" You can say that my life has been easy. And why wouldn't it be? I was born in a stately manor in the British countryside, to two doting parents. My mother, renowned for her tea parties (sarcasm is to be noted), and my father, a businessman who spent most of the year in board meetings around the world. I had a group of nannies who tended to my every need. So maybe I was a bit lonely. I'm an only child, and there was rarely anyone to play with, but I had all the toys I could ever want. I was also naturally smart. As I grew up, isolated from most of humanity, I gravitated to books. They were the friends I never had. Every time I cracked open a new novel, I entered a different world and I could get lost in it. I had my hero, always coming to rescue me from whatever type of distress I was in, and I had talking animals. Books have always remained the same to me, even to this day. I don't care if I sound like a nerd or whatever for saying that. I love to read still. I mean (insert laugh) you should see my room. My room mate does not appreciate the stacks of books I bring along every year. But I'm getting off topic.... What did you say this was for again? Some type of interview for what again? Whatever. Let me continue.

So when I was... ten, my mother found out from my dad's backstabbing business partner that those long trips he went off on? Let's just say he didn't go alone. He's had a mistress for the past fifteen years or something ridiculous like that. Some blonde tramp that he's known since he was little. Turned out they always had a little thing for each other, but even though the bitch was at my parents' wedding, she continued their fling. My mom was too naive, and far too trusting to ever think about looking at credit card receipts and whatnot. She didn't believe it at first, but Tyler, my dad's business partner and best friend, told her she should really do some snooping. And when my mother checked in his briefcase, he had a pair of nice red panties from her. Real classy dad... She flipped out on him, and I remember hiding at the top of the staircase as I watched my mom throw countless expensive dishes and glasses at my dad's head. None of them hit him, but their relationship was destroyed. I couldn't care less actually. I rarely ever saw my parents, especially my dad, so when my mom told me we were moving to America with Tyler (they had shacked it up the minute my dad moved out to be with his mistress, god my mom should have known Tyler would have had some type of ulterior motive), I thought it would be some kind of adventure you know? Britain was boring, and as I was home-schooled, I was excited to see what America would be like. I wanted to make friends, someone other than the maids, and I thought America would be the perfect place to start fresh. Just like in all the books.

So I packed up all my crap in boxes, and then hopped on Tyler's fancy private plane to his home in Kentucky. Yes, I guess that helps figure out why my accent is so funny. The southern accent affected my British one, and now it's some weird kind of blur. You find it charming? Thanks, I think. It's kind of creepy to tell a student that... but yeah.... I was really excited. He lived in a smaller house than the manor I had been used to, but the British house was incredibly creepy. Especially since I heard some of the maids talking about how haunted the place was. We hardly even used half the rooms, so the nice white mansion was better for me and my mom I think. My mom was a lot happier, even though she always complained about how fat her neighbors were. Tyler was a better father figure than my own father ever was. He taught me how to ride horses from the stable that was on our backyard. He even bought me my gorgeous little horse for my twelfth birthday. Everything seemed fine and dandy, but nobody ever prepared me for how horrible and nasty other kids were. I know it's kind of difficult to think I would be bullied right? I mean, to think I would be bullied now is kind of retarded, but back then, I was this gangly girl with braces, and I had a weird accent. I was different from everyone else who grew up together.

I ate lunch alone for like, six months. I never told my mom or Tyler though. I didn't want to complain, they would call the school and I would be even more teased. I learned to stay quiet, sit in the back of the classrooms and do all my homework and more. I preferred to talk to the teachers than attempt to make friends. I was labeled as the freak. The English dinosaur, and a lot more. And then when I turned thirteen, puberty hit. (insert giggle) It was actually kind of great for me. All the other girls stopped being these dainty little things and grew to be my height, and all of a sudden, my British accent was cool. It was weird. Like, one day I was shunned, and the next day, everyone wanted to be my best friend. It was actually great. I actually started bringing over friends, and my parents (I learned to call Tyler my dad) were thrilled. They had thought I was a social freak or whatever. And that was around the time I started to notice guys too. They stopped being these gross things to being cute... and yeah... I don't really feel like discussing my feelings for guys with you if you don't really mind. I think I've already said too much. But again, I don't really mind. I sorta, kinda, like talking about myself in a vain way. You can't be taking that many notes about me. I'm not a lunatic, and I don't have some kind of psycho past. Like I said at the start, my life's been pretty easy. Nothing traumati--, oh wait.

Yeah, my dad killed himself when I was thirteen and a half. Yes, a half. I really like my birthday, yes, enough to count down the months until December. So yeah. He hung himself in his home. Blonde tramp left him after he refused to give her more money or whatever. And then apparently he tried to call my mom a billion times to get her back, but it was like, way too late for that you know? So we got a call from my grandparents telling us we needed to go back to Britain for his funeral. We did, but it wasn't like, sad, you know? People were crying but I hardly knew the guy. So maybe it's like, supposed to be traumatic, but it really wasn't for me. I don't know. Does that make me weird? Because I didn't cry at my own father's funeral? It probably does. That's okay though, I don't really mind. Don't worry. I can see you staring at that clock on your wall. I'm almost done my boring tale. I'm sure you want to go and talk to more interesting students. I'm sorry I'm like, this perfect priss.

Anyways! After that was all over, Tyler urged me to apply to SBH because it was his old Alma matter. So I did. I didn't really care where the shit I went for school. Not to sound like a keener or whatever, but those years of studying and having no friends kind of pays off. My marks were pretty good, and I guess I got into SBH more easily than some other people. I said bye to the friends I had, and bye to my parents and flew here for my high school education. I blossomed I think. I grew a couple more inches, as if I wasn't already tall enough. I'm like 5"10 now, isn't that ridiculous? I feel like a giant, but that's okay. I guess I was really sheltered until I arrived here. But isn't everyone until they start to realize there are things that adults really don't want you to be doing? I don't think the drugs, booze and sex has affected me as much as some of my classmates. I still study, a lot. I want to become a lawyer, and I know I need to study my ass off, so I do. When people are fending off their hangovers on Saturday morning, I'm already in the library reading. I am that role model student, I'm not afraid to admit it. I do extra curriculars, I'm nice to teachers and I try to balance out my schedule so I do a bit of everything. But I know how to let my hair down when I need to. I'm just smart when I do it. I wouldn't call myself a friendless loser who studies twenty four seven. I like having a social life thank you very much.

I have high aspirations. I want to maybe get into politics one day, and who knows, I might be running a country next. I refuse to throw my life away like my dad did, and I refuse to become a victim of idiots like my mom was. I just... I'm just sure of myself and what I want in life. I just have two more years of SBH and I want to make the best of it. "