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Stark Siblings

Stephanie 'Stevie' Stark- aged 21

Susan Ellen Stark-21

Bethany Winter Stark- 17

My first name is Stephanie, my nickname is Stevie, and my middle name is Taboo. No seriously my middle name IS Taboo.

I was the 'problem child' in the Stark family.

I wasn't always that way. Oh no I was the pretty picture perfect kid. With my mothers face and dads eyes.

I like dad's eyes but whenever I look in the mirror I think: "Dear sweet heavens my mother decided to pay me a visit and...Oh wait... that's me."

Its a typical butt-headed way to respond to seeing your mothers face and realizing its yours.

Moving on.

Mom and I never got along during my pre-teen and teenage years. I hated her for abandoning Tony and taking me, Susan, and Bethie away from dad.

My Mother never liked Tony because he's a prodigy. Mom called him a freak and wanted to get the rest of us kids away from dad before our perceived normalcy was destroyed.

I think we would have had a better chance at normalcy if mom had stayed married to dad.

The divorce messed me and Susan up badly. We where 10, Bethie was 6, and we loved our father. To us Dad was the knight in shining armor and he could do ANYTHING.

Except win a custody case.

So Susan, Bethie, and I got stuck with nutso Momma and Tony lived with an actual sane person.

Mom and I started to have explosive fights over body image of all things when I turned 16.

You see, I am kinda flat chested and pale. Mom wanted to give me BREAST IMPLANTS and put me in a tanning booth!

I responded by running away. The police brought me back of course even though I begged and pleaded not to.

After that I became rebellious. I started shaving my hair and dying it blue, wearing sleeveless T-shirts with heavy metal bands on them, wearing tons of piercings, and ragged old jeans.

I also started drinking. I am in fact the one who introduced my brother Tony to alcohol BUT it was an accident (He was about 13 at the time.)

Here's what happened.

One day Tony was visiting and he was sitting in my room with me. At some point he asked for a drink.

I had two thermos's in my room. One had normal coke and one had rum coke My sister Susan had decided to play a trick on me by switching thermos's and Tony drank the wrong one. By the time Tony left he was drunk out of his mind and I was trying to figure out why I wasn't.

Dad wasn't to thrilled with me but he laughed about it a couple of years later.

Anyway I had became a heavy drinker but I got the scariest wake up call of my life when I was 17.

Here's what happened:

I had been at a party and had gotten drunk like usual. I had staggered out at about 12:00 AM and was trying to walk home. (Yes I realize this was stupid but drunk people usually aren't all that bright)

At some point I had to cross the street and I was struck by a car. My leg was shattered and I was pretty sober. Being hit by a car will do that to you.

Luckily the guy stopped and called an ambulance. My leg was saved but I am going to walk with a limp for the rest of my life.

Laying in that bed I realized that I could have been killed by that car or much more severely injured then I was. And if I hadn't been drunk I never would have gotten hit in the first place.

The long and the short of it: After I got out of the hospital I checked into rehab and I've been sober for 4 years.

Now I consul young people who have drinking problems.

I've kept my shaved off hair but now I wear skirts with leggings and sleeveless blouses. Also I've kept my ear and nose piercings and Mom is not proud of me in the least for getting rid of everything else.

Too bad so sad.

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