Post by ZYRIA ASTRIX VANNER, on Mar 27, 2012 20:43:01 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #4D5761; padding:30px; border-top: 3px #6E93B5 dashed; border-bottom: 3px #6E93B5 dashed; border-left: 3px #6E93B5 dashed; border-right: 3px #6E93B5 dashed;] zyria astrix vanner TWENTY THREE MAKEUP ARTIST RED LIGHT MAYHEM LARA JADE My name is Zyria Astrix Vanner, and yes the Zyria Vanner, if you were wondering. I am twenty-three, I'm a single mom because of a douche, and working as a makeup artist on tour so I could make a bit of cash on my own. I've always been independent from my family- fortune or not- its bullshit that I've gotten so much stuff on a gold rimmed silver platter. Of course, this was never annoying. why would it be? anyways, Daddyo was a big CEO, and mom was the biggest slut in the country, probably. Everything was rather simple in my life. I'd sob when i wanted something, and if i didn't get it within a few minutes, my dad would apologize profusely and make sure whomever didn't get me an ice cream, or some stupid doll was fired right away. I was Daddy's little princess, hell, I still am. Although, when i was the mere age of thirteen, things... changed a bit. My dad was fully aware of my mom's more than healthy sex life, especially with other men, but some odd thing occurred where it spread like wild fire that she slept with some fancy ass person, and he decided to keep dignity over the sanity of his family and got in a wild, hate spitting fight. They broke off soon after that, causing a visible change in me. I started dressing like a slut, acting like a bitch (or more so than usual), and just being down right awful. Like I said before- everything had been handed to me like people were supposed to serve me. Nothing horrible had ever happened in my life. To me this was the end of the world. A (not-so) perfect little picture shattered. The woe-is-me attitude worked on everyone around me. I realized how much people felt pity for others, and i used it so much to my advantage. Then I met said douche who literally showed me something worse than a simple divorce. Zane. I'll never forget that name. He was nineteen, and I was fourteen. You know guys in my grade rarely went through the motions of sex, they just made out. but I wanted more. So when he put the moves on me, i couldn't really give a shit. I gave in right away, and the smart young child I was of course forgot a condom- i wasn't smart. Health class was bull in my eyes. That of course was altered when i woke up throwing up, and after a trip to the drug store, a certain realization dawned over me. I was having a kid, not only at my young teen years, but with a guy who was around five or so years older than me. I had a son, Alec, and after spending some more time with Zane, i (happily) broke up with him, and made sure he'd stay far as hell away from me and my baby. I finished high school through an online program, thankfully, and just have been kind of floating around, living on my dad's money, gladly spending my time raising Alec. I eventually decided on doing something with cosmetology, and here I am now. Dad has little Alec, and i'm here making a name for myself as a makeup artist. So what, Zane's here? He's probably the same dickwad he's always been. flea, ageless, north pole |
