My full name is Broden Elle Speight. Yes, Broden. It was going to be 'Brodenelle', then Broden-Elle, in the end mum & dad settled with Broden then Elle. But most of the time just Brody.
I was born in Wellington, New Zealand. Daughter to Caroline & Kevin Speight. I was raised in Melbourne City, which is in Australia if you're geographically challenged. Or just plain thick. My sister Marleigh bought me up. She was a bogan. I was forced to listen to the likes of AC/DC, Metallica, The Who, Dire Straits, Hedrix,Iron Maiden, Sabbath, Megadeth, Led Zeppelin - The list goes on. Well, I wasn't forced but I didn't exactly have a choice. She was sixteen years older than me. I had a great life with her. Everything seemed fun, and I really miss her.
One night Marleigh, my sister, and I were on the way home from the movies when we were involved in a head on collision with another car. The driver was drunk and carried four others in the car. All of them, including my sister, died that night. I came out with a broken leg and a shitload of scratches. I was seven.
Consequently, I moved to Fiztroy to live with Mum & Dad. Two of my sisters moved out shortly after. Mum & Dad seperated just before I was born due to relationship issues and clashes of personality. Mum already had about twenty kids to look after so she asked my eldest sister Marleigh to take care of me. I'm the youngest of five with varying age gaps; Izzy is now eldest by ten years, Sarah is five years my senior, Rachel by three years and Ginge, just by a year and a half. Ginge's name is Nate. Nate, is my brother. No one ever calls him Nate though. You ever do, he decks you. I'm living proof. He's a bigger kid, Ginge. Bigger but totally lovable. I don't know what I'd do without him.
I was bought up in the 'better' part of Fitzroy, where we were all sent to a poncy shool for a higher education. When I was twelve Dads' firm offered him a position in America and he took it. Me, Mum Dad & Nathanel shipped off overseas to some Hunting Beach place in California. Rachel dropped out at sixteen and stayed in Fitzroy with her twenty-four year old boyfriend. Growing up I was a normal kid, doing what kids do; went to parties, took drugs, got pissed, hung out with mates etcetera, etcetera.
And really, I still am a kid. I'm proud to say I graduated from High School. Although that took a lot of persuation and dinner table wars. In fifth form I was asked to leave for my behaviour and all of sixth form I was in and out of all the private schools in the area. Which meant leaving all of my friends. However, I did finish my thirteen years of school settling with straight A's in five of my six subjects. I got a D in Math. No one's perfect.
I was born on New Years day, which is pretty fricken awesome. My hair has grown out black over time from mahogany brown and dangles over my eyes, and annoys me more than I like it. It isn't that long. Most of the time its pretty tame but often I wake up with a kink in it. I'm precisely 168cm tall, I weigh 52kgs but I'm pretty strong for a chick. And if you have to know, 12B. My eyes are another story altogether. No one in my family has the same eyes as each other. Mum has brown eyes, dad has green eyes. Ginge has hazel eyes and I have a mixture of all. Blue, copper, green & grey.
I have a lip peircing. Yeah, wow. I have two peircings in each ear. I have a scar on my nose which is 2cm long from a car crash. You can hardly see it though. I've got my share of tats. I have 'Metal Up Your Ass' on my right shoulder blade & 'All Around The Wolrd - We Can Make Time' in a circle on my left wrist, in the space where a watch should be. Its a lyric from the Red Hot Chili Pepeprs' song. And Metal Up Your Ass, well, thats from Metallica. More? Ahh, yes. I have a snake on my upper left arm, a skull on my upper left arm. On my right hip I have Eddie, Iron Maiden's mascot. That was my first tat. Got it when I was fifteen. Fake ID gets you a loooong way in California.
I still live with mum and dad. You would too. Especially when you've got the fuckin lifestyle set up for ya. Three meals a day, mums baking, washing done for you, mint as house, everything. I go to work six days a week. Sometimes five. I'm an apprentice at Komatsu diggers. Pretty good pay, and diesel mechanic; pretty mean job.
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I open one of the doudle doors into the lounge and slide in. Ginge is standing at the window behind the curtain looking outside. Adverts blast through the over sized lounge room.
"Theres a girl in the garden."
"What?" I stifle a laugh and plop down on the couch infront of the plasma.
"In the garden," Ginge flicks the curtain around him. "Theres a girl."
I roll my eyes and haul myself off the couch to where Ginge is by the window. I take in the sight before me.
"Theres two. Look."
"Thats a pretty manly looking girl, Ginge."
Ginge just looks horribly confused, and he begins to analyse. "She's pissing on the roses.. standing up.. Wait, thats not a girl-"
I'm off -- over the couches and out the double doors. The front dorr doesn't even stand a chance, I can't even remember opening it. I leap off the front porch and jump onto the back of my bestest bud.
"Hello my fellow excellent bogus buddy."
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