Part one: General Information.
My full name is Travis John McCarthy. I'm About 1/2 Irish, 1/4 German, and 1/4 Mexican. (Strange. I know.) I'm 14-years-old, about 5'6", and 127 lbs. My eyes are NOT blue, nor are they green. They are hazel.
I guess some pictures of me would suit this.
This is the most recent me, but I'm making my hair blue. I'm cool like that.
This one was taken summer 04.
I'm not here to make friends, but to entertain myself. There really isn't any other point to Gaia for me. What I do, most people consider "flaming", I consider it debating. I don't blatantly insult someone for what pixels they have, or their spelling. I bring it up in a mature way. I used to "flame" but not anymore. I try my best not to cuss, I think it's rather stupid.
Some people might tell me I'm a "prep" because I care what people think about me. It's pretty much natural for one to want people to think highly of themself than lower. People can't seem to comprehend that, so they bring up labels. All I really want is to be someone people recognize. I want to have a positive impression on people. Back in California, I had that, but all the attention wasn't exactly positive. Which brings us to our story.
Part 2: Yreka; the Golden City.
10 years. 10 years of living with my aunt in misery. I wasn't really allowed to have a life, due to almost constant chores. My aunt and uncle tried to poison my mind with lies about my parents, then deny it. My uncle would always tell me, "When your dad was 12 he robbed a bank." I never believed it. My aunt always said, "Your dad is more of an uncle. We're your only parents in the world." And when she said that, I remember being angry. I remember wishing she'd just die and leave my brother Fred and I alone. Fred was a nice brother, two years older than me, but he was like my only real family while at my aunts. Right around when I was 8 or 9, my mom started getting involved in my life again. I was so happy! She even moved into our attic. After living with us for 2 years, she finally approached me one day while we were camping and asked me the question I'd been waiting for her to ask. "Do you want to come live with me?" It took my 2 heartbeats to answer. "Of course I do!" I couldn't remember the last time I was so happy.
Now I know I make it seem like I hated my aunt and uncle, but it was really hard leaving their house. But I got over it. I had a whole new life ahead of me. We moved to a place close to my grandma, my aunt, and my dad, Yreka. At first I was like, "Sure, whatever." Like it didn't really matter much. But after the first month or so in Yreka, I started to like it a lot. It was small, but not too small, kinda big, big enough for me to run around with my friends anyways. It was all great until about half way through the fifth grade. You know all those typical stories where the good kid starts hanging out with the wrong crowd? Well this is one of them.
I met a kid named David Lambert one day. He was being chased by my so called, "enemy" and soon to be first girlfriend, Aurora Brown. She was pretty, smart, and a little stronger than me. Anyways, on with the story. As I got to know David more, I started to see a more mischevious side of him. Like how I was inside, but couldn't express it.
I started hanging out with David during the summer, a lot. We went around town, causing as much trouble as we could think of, got busted by the cops a few times, and even got kicked out of stores. As Summer ended, and school came back, I got out of control. I changed fron the little good kid to the big troublemaker that everyone looked upon and thought, "I don't want to be like him." Some people found it funny and enertaining, others thought it was disgusting.
David and I met a new friend at School, Aaron Hayden. aaron was just like us, he wanted to cause trouble. While the three of us walked home from school one day, there was a fourth grader infront of us, who bumped into my friend Aaron on her way. Aaron, just playing around, started yelling and screaming as though he'd been mortaly wounded. The little girl turned around and flipped Aaron off then continued walking. Aaron ran up and pulled on her backpack, then ran into his house. (He lives right by the school, if I failed to mention that.)
The girl got pissy that me and David were evenhanging out with such a, and I quote, "retarded loser." Just like we normally do, Me and David started trouble with her. Screaming and yelling at her. I pulled on her backpack and she turned around, and socked me right in the chin, turned around, and kept walking. I turned and walking right behind her. She turned around again, and yelled, "What! Are you stalking me!?" And my stupid a** had to reply. "Yeah! We're going to follow you home so we know where you live Then we're going to come back tonight and come murder you and your whole family! Actually, we live this way." Apparently sarcasm is a threat.
The next day at school I was greated in the office by a police officer, who asked us about the little girl and what we were saying to her. I told him the whole story, and he told us to head back to class. Five minutes later, I'm called back to class, David is already in the office. The officer told me to come with him. He handcuffed me and took me off to juvenile hall. (Boy, you should've seen the look on my face.)
I spent 5 long long long days in juvy. The food was good, but everything else kinda sucked. No, I didn't get raped, nobody beat the crap out of me, and nobody picked on me. Everyone was real friendly. The stories you hear aren't true. After I got out, I had court. I was placed under house arrest for a month, put on probation, given 28 hours of community service, put in anger managment, counceling, and made a ward of the coursr. (Wow.) I sure as hell learned my lesson.
Since that day when I got released, I was never really much of a troublemaker again. I transferred schools. I thought that this new school would be like my old one. But it was very different. Where as my old school loved me, this school hated my guts. They hated me so much I couldn't even hang out with the few people that liked me or else my friendswould become outcasts. I spent most days just on the swings, nothing more.
All good and bad things end eventually though. soon, my mom started getting busted for drugs. She went to jail twice before I was placed in a foster home. I was so depressed. I felt like there was nothing left for me ever. I even tried suicide a few times, but couldn't bring myself to do anything to get killed. I'm a coward.
My brother Fred had snuck to our moms house a few times and had gotten to see her when she got out of jail. I went to see her a few times, but she wasn't there. I remember just sitting there for hours and her not returning. One day, as I turned onto our street, I saw her car parked infront of our apt. complex. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could. I was about half way up when my neightbor came out and said, "She's not home." I was confused. "But her car's here..." She looked at me kinda sad, and I knew somethingwas up. "She's in jail again." I stopped everything. I stopped breathing, I stopped moving, shaking, whatever I do when I'm nervous. I just sat down on the stairs and cried.
While my mom was still in jail, my grandma came down for a visit, discovered what was happeneding, and adopted me. Now I live up in Southern Oregon. In a small town right outside Jacksonville called Ruch. It's the smallest place I've ever been. I can't stand it. The only friends here I have I never make contact with, and even when I do, there's still nothing to do. All we do is sit around. Like I don't do that at home. Jeez is sucks here.
There you have it. My story. Now, a little more about myself.
People always tell me to get over Yreka. And I always try to convince myself I'm never going back, but inside, I know that Yreka is, was, and always will be the place for me. I can't get over it, I won't get over it. I tried to tell myself that this is better for me, that if I stayed in Yreka I'd end up in prison. But now that I think about it, right around before I left, I was shaping up. I was increasing my GPA, getting into sports, and I stopped getting in trouble. So you know what? ******** everyone who dislikes the fact I prefer Yreka over hick-a** Ruch (where maybe 2 of my friends live, miles and miles up the road). I'm going to be how I want to be again, like I was in Yreka. I want the old me back, and he's coming. I guarantee it.
I absolutely hate it when people question my opinion. I don't like people labeling me based on the way I think, I don't like people bitching at me because of what I think is or looks cool, and I can't stand it when people tell me I care when most of the time I don't. People telling me how I feel I can understand. They usually can tell by my actions.
I've always been afraid of rides. If you ask me, being scared out of my mind isn't entertaining, I hate it. But no, people have to sit there and b***h at me even more when I don't go on a ride. I'll go on some rides, sure, but not every huge ginormous ride I see. I'll go on maybe one or two, that's it. Lately I've been trying to convinse myself I'll be okay if I go on, maybe it'll help next time I go to an amusement park.
Another thing I can't stand is people telling me who I am. I act enthusiastic mainly to distract me from how I really feel. To me, everything sucks. I don't care if I'm taking it for granted, it still sucks. People tell me, "Be enthusiastic like I know you are!" and, "Don't act like you don't care." Most of the time, I don't. There's hardly anything I really care about anymore. And with all I've been through, can you honestly blame me? I admit I am enthusiastic a lot by instinct, but after being enthusiastic for 14 years, it's gotten dull and boring. I want to try something else.
Although I do tend to make the best of things, I also tend to get frustrated over really small, stupid things like getting a lunch detention at school. I steal from stores, I lie, and I cheat on tests at school. I do it all because I like to. I do what I like to do, pretty much whatever it is. I question people, I state my opinion, and I will argue my point of view until the end.
I don't care what my grandparents think. Once my mom gets out of prison, and back on her feet, I'm going to go live with her again. It's the oone thing I want to do most in the world. If I could have that, then, only then, will I actually start giving two shits again.
Part 3: Favorite things
Favorite sport: Baseball
Favorite food: Steamed Broccoli
Favorite drink: Cola
Favorite Actor: Adam Sandler
Favorite song: Monster Magnet - Live for the Moment
Favorite band: Monster Magnet
Favorite quote: "Live is too short not to take risks."
Favorite town: Yreka, California.
Favorite animal: A liger. Or a wolf. One of those.
Favorite movie: The Butterfly Effect and Cry_Wolf
Now you know about me. The real me. Not the me I portray myself as.
(I'll be adding things as I see it fit.)
