Rahl Lahote
Twisted Rogues member since 6/10/11
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At a very young age I thought I was a little bad ass. Never listened to a word anyone said. Parents, teachers, the principals. Anyone, you name it and I was doing the exact opposite of that they had told me. Before I hit the age of seven I already had a bad rep. I had more enough slips sent home and detentions, even kicked off school grounds enough for all of the kids put together on the Rez having been in trouble twice and /still/ beat them on a long country mile.
By the age of ten social services got involved, told my parents how to do their job. It didn't work. My parents couldn't control me. After a few months my parents had me sent away to a Juvenile Facility. An all boys prison to sum it up. I didn't listen for the longest time, did whatever I wanted to whether or not it would get me into more trouble. Who cared it I was stuck in there any longer? I had it made, meal times were the same everyday, I had my own space and if they didn't let me have a room to myself I always fucked up the other kids that got roomed with me. They'd go beg for their own room and then I was removed to a cell my myself, no TV. I didn't give a rats ass about the TV. There was a point I started doing drugs, of course I got caught a number of times with it, but I didn't care. What could they do about it? I was already locked up anyway. I was about Sixteen when I finally realized I no longer wanted to be stuck in this hell whole for the rest of my life, or at least until I was eighteen and actually stuffed into a /real/ jail cell because I was a menace to society. Or whatever good for nothing reason they could come up with for sending me off there. I decided to shape up so I could get back out of this shit hole. It took a good long year for them to decide I was safe to be out in the real world, that I was finally learning the lesson I should have years a go. Now that I'm seventeen I'm finally going home, even if my parents hate the idea. |