Tell us more about your family.
Peter King (father), Kelly King (mother), Michael King (older brother), Amelia King (younger sister).
Not only did her mother, father, and sister kick her out of thehome on her 18th birthday, they obtained restraining orders against Kelli.
Michael has the least negative relationship with Kelli; afterbeing disowned, she stayed with him at college for a few months before he kickedher out for stealing from him.
Excerpts from a RP scene involving an interview with Sydney’s mother:
“I know it’s silly I named my daughter after me. I’djust…I’d always wanted a girl, and she looked just like I did when I was ababy. I’d hoped she’d follow in my footsteps. Be a better me.” She shakes herhead, then looks up, her expression hardening into steel. “If I had known whatshe would become, I would’ve named her differently. Something inappropriate forpolite company.”
“She’s always beentrouble. She was always throwing tantrums whenever she didn’t get her way. Onlyshe just…wouldn’t calm down. She’d get physically violent. At first it wasjust against things; I got pretty good at sewing her stuffed animals backtogether.
“And then we caught Kellitrying to choke her younger sister when she was 7. We never left her alone withher after that, but what could we do? Would you call the police on a 7 yearold? We were good parents, we could handle it ourselves. It was just a phase,and she would grow out of it. But it just never stopped.”
We took her to therapy. But it was a waste of our money and time.Noone was able to get through to her.
 Was there any trauma, anything that sparked her behavior?
No, there’s nothing.No trauma, no poverty, no abuse. Our two other children can testify to that.Kelli was just born wicked. We gave her so many chances, and she spat in ourfaces every time.
 What was she like in school?
Kelli was a bully.And, god help us, we let her be. We thought if she was taking out heraggression on other kids, she’d spare us. And it worked. There was a longstretch of time where she was content with stealing lunch money and tormentingher peers. But she always escalated things. She started getting into fightswith the other kids.
When she was 13,Kelli got into a fight in the middle of her English class. The teacher tried topull her off of the poor girl, and Kelli stabbed him through the hand with apencil for his trouble. They told me that she was laughing as she was draggedinto the police car.
I cried with reliefwhen she was sent to Juvie. It was such a load off of my mind. And she wasbetter, a little, when she came back. At least, that’s how it seemed. But itwas all a show. She’d met some kids in juvie who steered her further down thewrong path. They formed a gang. The Dingoes.They were truly a vile lot, but again, it kept her rage off of us. And if shegot caught, she wouldn’t be our problem anymore.
We knew she was sneaking out at night. My husband followedher once, and found out about their little gang. For years, it seemed like theywere just concerned with vandalism and pranks. It was a creative outlet forher, and we were desperate for anything to appease her. We only really tried toput a stop to it once we found out they were starting to commit actual crimes.
And by then, it was too late. She was set on her path.
