When An Aussie Meets A Yankee
Oliver Lyric O'Leary. No, I am not a boy, I am a girl. Yeah, go ahead and laugh it up; I have a boys name. It may seem weird to other people, but to me I actually like it. Kind of goes with my tomboy behaviour, ha, or should I say juvenile behaviour. Being expelled from my 5th school within 2 years, my dad who I was currently living with said he would send me to live with my mother if I don't straiten out.
Yeah, yeah, I have lost count of how many times he has used that threat. So what do I do? Well, of course I run into some trouble and get sent to Juvie for 8 months. After being released I go to yet another new school and after 4 days, manage to get expelled.
Dad used the threat again and of course I didn't believe him. So I went out, had fun, got drunk, did some stupid things and ended up staying in a cell for the night. Dan came to bail me out, but didn't take me home. Nope. He dropped me off at the airport with my bags and a one way ticket to america.
Now here I am surrounded by people who wear branded clothes and look like they have a pole shoved up their ass. Plastic central. Oh, God, help me!
Throw in my desperate housewife of a mother, a stepfather who has had WAY too many happy pills and hot but annoying older step brother and it's 'Welcome to your worse nightmare'.
This Aussie girl is NOT happy about meeting said Yankee's!