Post by MILO MICHAEL PILONE on Jun 1, 2011 6:27:38 GMT -5
milo pilone, michael trevino, university student, cj
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Milo Pilone is the oldest of the Pilone twins, born thirteen minutes before his brother, today, June 1 2010, makes him nineteen years old. He attends Brookwell where he is majoring in International Relations. He intends to earn his Bachelor degree and then join the New York Police Academy. He is heterosexual (though confused) and works at his parent's bakery in Brooklyn where he's been working since he was small.
PARENTS/IMPORTANT FAMILY MEMBER.[/color]
Milo was the sweetest of our three children and if you're promising not to leak this information to his sister and brother, he became the favorite once Michelle moved out and got married. She was always her father's pride and joy, but now that she barely contributes to the family, Milo has filled her position whether he meant to or not. He has never hurt anyone and I know sometimes he has meant to, but the boy just doesn't know how to be cruel. He's kind, he believes that there is mostly good in the world, and he wants to preserve that good. He's been that way since he was little. He wanted to bring home stray animals, bugs, and people all the time. He's tough, of course, but very tender.
Jolie Pilone, present, 53
SIBLING AND/OR BEST FRIEND.[/color]
Milo crawled into my bed again. He never sleeps in his own room and it drives me nuts because he wets the sheets all the time. Granted, he's five. Then I wake up and see him, he just looks up with those huge Panda bear eyes and you can't be mad because the first thing that comes out of his mouth is, 'I'm sorry, I love you'. The kid is charming, but it's sincere. He's so sweet. He never wants to first piece of anything or the last. He seems to like to wait. I just got to remember to buy him some freaking Pull Ups.
Michelle Everett, past, aged 10
FAVORITE TEACHER.[/color]
I have thousands of students a year, how the Hell am I supposed to remember one? Milo Pilone? There's two of him, isn't there? One of them sits in the second row all the time, close the door, but right up front and he takes notes all the time, laughs at my jokes, and lends everyone pens because they forget. The other texts and talks a lot and is always looking down the shirts of the girls in front of me. Good grades both of them, though.
Prof. King, present, 40
HATED TEACHER.[/color]
Milo's a smart kid and a quiet kid. I don't hate him, but let's look at the track record of his family, his sister screwed around with drop-out Owen Everett and is now married to him. The girl had real talent for writing and I hear she's teaching yoga to the wives of stockbrokers now. Damn shame. Then there's his brother, I don't even remember his name, but I'm pretty sure Milo did his homework or else I don't know how he would have graduated, always pulling the fire alarm, flashing the cheerleaders, flirting with the freshman...Milo is going to go nowhere because none of the Pilone kids go anywhere after Brookwell.
Principal Greg, present, 77
CURRENT/FORMER EMPLOYEE OR CO-WORKER.[/color]
Thank God for Milo. Seriously, the kid is a machine. He can crank out orders faster than Dad and that's saying something. Mom was flipping out and wouldn't let me leave the apartment. She was screaming that I was just going to waste my time running around with Owen who she heard through some women at church has joined a gang and she'll be damned if I become the Bonnie to his Clyde. She said something about me getting a tattoo of his name above my ass, but my French is rusty, so I didn't understand. Anyway, really I wanted to skip out early from work so I could go to the library and study for tomorrow's History test with Molly (and, maybe, I wanted to go see a movie at Cinema Village with Owen...sue me), and if it wasn't for Milo, I wouldn't get to go. I know he wanted to go skateboarding with his friends tonight, but he's taking my shift and telling Mom and Dad that Molly called with an emergency. I owe my baby brother, he's so good to me.
Michelle Everett, past, 16
WORST ENEMY.[/color]
I hate Milo Pilone. All the girls at recess talk about how he has pretty eyes and is the best looking guy in all of grade four. I think he's stupid and his parents can barely speak English. I hate his brother, too.
Henry Mancini, time past, 10
PAST/PRESENT LOVER.[/color]
Milo Pilone kissed me. I went up his sister's fire escape because that's where his brother told me to go at ten o'clock. We were going to go to the park and hang out, but Milo was there instead and he kissed me. He pretend to be his brother, but he was nicer and his lips were softer. That's how I knew it was Milo because Milo carries lip balm with him. I don't know what I'll do now because I like his brother, but now I like Milo, too. I wish he hadn't kissed me, but I'm glad he did.
Gillian Brightly, past, 14
NEIGHBOR.[/color]
I didn't know Milo as well. I watched him and his brother once for an hour because his smoking hot sister asked me too. I would have said 'no' had I known she had a boyfriend, but this was when I first moved into the building across from the Pilone's. Good kid. Just sat there applying wheels to his skateboard while music videos blasted from the TV. He didn't say much, but he offered me a drink and asked how I was. Polite. I saw a paper with an 'A +' drawn on it sticking out of his backpack. So he's probably smart.
Paul Martin, present, 28
SELF.
My parents say I'm the nicest which means I'm the biggest pushover. My brother says I'm the smartest which means I keep him out of trouble. Michelle always says she owes me one which means I save her ass a lot. My teachers say I'm 'a sweet and good boy' which means I'm a pussy. I don't know. I just want to live my life, make people as happy as possible, be a cop along the way, and skateboard around my house without my mom flipping out on me. I guess, I should move out.
Milo Pilone, present, 19
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