Post by BRAEDYN ALEXA STEPHENS on Jun 18, 2010 10:44:19 GMT -5
----------- she's heaven on the eyes, but boy she's hell on the heart -----------
[/color] and by normal, braedyn's mom didn't mean to go out and party and live up her young life, no she just meant do things that wouldn't get her only child in trouble, dead, or knocked up. the joy of being a stephens in las vegas, yes it was a common last name. and no, they defintley were not all related. but this particular family, their last name was one of the most dropped in sin city. braedyn's father martin, his brothers trevor and michael, and her grandfather jasper were like royalty back home. the family having owned the most prestigious casions and resorts since her great great grandfather. so there was a lot of pressure on the nineteen year old's shoulders, not to mention that she'd be the only female going into the casino business. both her uncle had all boys. trevor three, and michael two. six stephens children would take on the line of business, and braedyn was most defintley not looking forward to it."try to do normal young adult things while you're in miami sweetie."
these and more annoying thoughts filled the college student's mind as she walked about the carnival, it wasn't something she was exactly use to. but she figured it would be approved of as 'normal' by her mother, she really didn't understand that woman sometimes, and it didn't help that her father was gone all the time either. just braedyn, her mother victoria and their body gaurd anothoney. braedyn did miss tony, he was funny, and was the only person besides her father to treat her like a real person and not some delicate china doll. it didn't take braedyn long to figure out that this place would end up getting her in trouble, it was a junk food heaven. or just a heaven on earth period. tucking a blonde curl back behind her ear the bright blue eyes scanned over the far too many possibilities, how would a girl ever choose? braedyn instantly thought of her mother, and the lecture she would of received if she had been with her. it wasn't good for her skin, her thighs, her hips, her butt. though, the funny thing, braedyn wasn't built like her mother... she had gotten her grandmother's build, luckily. meaning the nineteen year old could eat whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted; in any amount. braedyn had always had an odd feeling that her mother had some sort of resentment towards her, but her family was strange without that note anyway.
braedyn found her way to a corn dog line, the little building had cotton candy hanging off of it, freshly made lemonade in view, and some of the biggest corn dogs braedyn had ever seen. now it was just patience of waiting in a long line of people who had no idea what they wanted, something that would not go over well for the young heiress.[/sub][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]
notes my first post with braedyn. (:
tags caprice bby !
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wearing this.
credit me, and eric church for lyrics.
