OLIVER, TOBY ALEC

[TOBY ALEC OLIVER]

TOBY ALEC OLIVER

eighteen, college, freshman, homosexual, weird, andrew vanwyngarden, loner

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" Hey, I'm Toby. Um... I'm eighteen, and I grew up around here, I guess. I live in the poorer side of town, always have.
Anyway, I'm a calm guy. I don't tend to go absolutely crazy, like, ever. I don't react to things dramatically, I'm just chill about everything. You could try and scare me, and I'd simply come back with 'oh.' but really, I could be scared shitless. I'm also a weird guy. I tend to say random, irrelevant things that just sound strange. People think I'm off in my own little world, but I haven't quite figured myself out yet. I say things casually, because that's what comes to me, so it's weird for me when people think of me as strange, because it's just who I am. I'm talkative, confident, whatever. I talk a lot, to anyone, and I have no problem with approaching someone I don't know to have a random conversation. I guess because I'm weird, I don't have a whole lot of friends, well, next to none, really. I guess you could stereotype that as a loner, because I just sort of walk the halls by myself. But I prefer that way, I guess. When people get to know me, they stop because I'm strange, and my perspective on things, life, is weird.
Anyway, I guess I'll let you know more about my personal life. I grew up as an only child, my parents made sure they didn't have another child because they knew there was no possible way they could support two children, let alone one. We lived in a two room apartment my whole childhood, but it wasn't that bad. I never liked big houses, anyway. I always imagined that if I had one, most likely half of it would be empty because there would be no way I could fill the whole place with my stuff. But yeah, my parents were on good terms for about five years after I was born, but after that they fought a whole lot.
We had money problems, which as a child my tiny brain that was just learning adding and subtracting had no idea what 'we can't afford anything' meant. It was pretty much downhill from there. My parents became stressed, especially when we had next to no food in our fridge or cupboards, relying on little things my dad picked up on the way home from work. But when I turned twelve, my mom left me and my dad because she couldnt handle it anymore. She left with a big bang, I like to call it. My parents fought, worse than before. She threw dishes, he begged, she screamed, he tried to stay calm. Then she left. Meanwhile, I laid curled up in my bed, my scrawny, tiny body hidden under a large black hoodie.
When it was all over, I quietly slipped out of my room, and out the door and I jumped on my bike and rode. I rode my bike around for quite awhile before I went home. I got there, and my house was quiet, it's funny, you remember the sound of the silence more than the fight your parents had. I didnt hear from my father until the next day, when he came out of his room. He tried to act like everything was okay, like she'd come back, but she never did. He got into serious drugs, and that's when I lost connection with other kids. I wasn't allowed to have anyone over because I spent my weekends making sure be didn't over dose. He tried to make sure I wasnt around when he did it, trying to send me away but I had nowhere to go. I had friends, well, a friend. But I stopped talking to him because he kept knocking on my door, and I didnt like that. I continued not to talk anyone a whole lot through out my school years. But I did enjoy playing guitar, it was a good pass time. Oh, and I liked to collect CDs.
Currently, I work at the Tropical Smoothie Café, because I know dad wont be able to pay for the bills himself, not to mention groceries and stuff. We moved from a two room apartment, to a one room, I got the room, and my dad got the couch. He tends to suck up to me, spoil me whenever he can, because he's scared of losing me. We don't fight, ever, because he feels bad, I guess. We don't have much to fight about, anyway.
Mom had come back, near the ending of my senior year of highschool. I wasn't particullary pleased about it, but I mean, who would be? She came back with a three year old that wasn't my dad's, how did she expect me to just not mind? I didn't really talk to her at first, I'd always go to Declan's house, who is my boyfriend of over a year now... Or somewhere near then, or something, and stay away from home. She'd try and talk to me, but I didn't really pay much attention to her. I guess I eased off since then, I don't dodge home as much anymore, but it's still pretty intense in my house.
I go to college now, taking some music courses, hoping I'll become a music teacher or something along those lines. "



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