Both of Bavanya’s parents were incredibly wealthy, getting married just made that wealth greater. Royal, the founder of an entire city (Chrysus,) and Kimura, who made bank off of investments and his space diplomacy affairs. Bavanya was spoon-fed, dressed and privately educated with the taxpayer’s money and labour.

While Bavanya was privileged and babied like a doll. Her mother always had complete control over how she looked. Since she was 5 She’d dress her up in these big heavy dresses, a complete face of makeup, and tight straightened hair. She’d gotten her a private violin tutor and expected her to play every day for at least 3 hours.

Her father would give her scripts on how to talk, how to answer the door, how to answer the phone how to talk to who and about what. He had her attending business parties with him to gather information from his coworkers, whether through talking with the drunks or standing around corners eavesdropping.

And they could never get along. Royal and Kimura had constant spats with only ever 5 minutes of an actual loving relationship. They’d fight - They’d leave each other - But eventually, they’d come back, and kiss and makeup and, whatever. Bavanya had witnessed this so many times, to her, fighting was something love needed. All light in the darkness. But if there’s no darkness the light isn’t anything special, so, you’ve got to create that part yourself.

its Bavanya today is the 12 of March and it is 48 days untill my 12 Birthday! Moms been asking what I want but i dont now, i had a list but, its stupid now so, maybe some new dress or alot of the girls in my vlass have got those new shoes that adjust to the groudn and height and stuff, those would be so so so cool.

Dads started drinking a lot of beer after work ‘it keeps me grounded after work’ he said but i dont know if i agree, i think it makes him more very sad. But hsi work is very stressful, especially since that new deal and maybe so it does help him (-_-) he let me have a sip but it was bitter. And mom told me off for it, she said it’d make me less pretty. She’s been helping me with that more lately, she’s been making me these high protein but less calories meals.

I’m getting very good at violin, i was already good but im even better now, i think i’ll get first chair in the orchestra soon!! My tutor is very proud but, i think she’s going to go stop working? I overhead my mum talking about it but i dont know, and today's session didn't even include any playing she was just talking to me about life and stuff

Bavanya never puts down the violin, she plays it from dusk to dawn every day. She brings it with it to her school, and she brings it to her appointments. It’s become her most prized possession. She’s still 1st chair in her orchestra, her mother has been spending more time at home now. She’s really knuckled down onto Bavanya’s eating, with full entire meal plans for the month, and cleansing weeks. It’s really starting to make her nervous now. Royal set up a camera aimed directly at the fridge, motion activated, she hates going in the kitchen because of it, she hates the idea of being watched and she’s starting to hate, eating.

Her father’s drinking has gotten worse, more constant, he leaves empty bottles and cans everywhere, can’t even pick up after himself, watching her mom pick up after him is exhausting.

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Calculus homework, worksheet 4.

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Text Beth

Breaking up with Beth, she’s kind of a slob and the clothes she wears is so boring, we don’t look good together at all. There’s also this new girl at school and shes gorgeous, she auditioned for orchestra today, she was pretty good shes on the flute or whatever, it was good. She might even get a chair next to me. (o///o)

I’ve been getting really sick lately, I dont know what’s happenin’ my throat is all sore and dried up, i can barely keep any food down, I dont even fuckin want to but it hurts. Also the new layout for this stupid ass app is just as bad, why do people feel the need to change a layout when the original was literally great. Might have to get a different app to write cuz no way am i going to be to do this with such an ugly fucking layout.

At 18 Kimura, Bavanya’s dad dies from choking on his own barf and liver failure on the bathroom floor. After waking up and getting dressed for school she goes to brush her teeth, almost tripping over her cold and rigid dad. His red eyes now fogged over staring into hers, mouth agape, barf and froth stale.

Royal is stuck to Bavanya, she’s been completely destroyed, she clings to her all day, preventing her from going to school and practice, she's demoted to second chair as a result of her absence. Bavanya is so pissed. She’s pissed at her dad for dying and for her mother being such a wimp. She can’t get any time on her own, she can’t even grieve because her mother seems to be doing enough of it for the entire world. So she sits there on the couch, all day, with her mother’s arm wrapped and gripped around her sobbing into her lap. Bavanya is forced to stroke her hair, pat her back, and put her own life on hold.

Bavanya is sick of everything, she’s been kicked from her orchestra, she couldn’t graduate from her school and her mother has her hands everywhere in everything Bavanya does. She is so depressed and constantly anxious because everything reminds her of her dad. Eating reminds her of puke, and puke reminds her of her dad, and her dad makes her think of puke and - It’s a constant and vicious cycle, once it starts she can’t get going again. She throws up after every meal, and then she's left shaking and crying for her dad, which always seems to be the one moment her mother isn’t there. Bavanya rubs her own back and holds her own hair away and out from the toilet.

At the end of the year, Bavanya collapses. Rushed to a hospital she’s immediately taken under surgery for major organ failure. All of her organs are replaced with synthetic ones that mimic the functions of real ones, meaning she still needs to eat to survive.

Bavanya was in rehabilitation for three years for her eating disorder and bulimia, she’d recover, and then she’d fall 20 steps back again, and again the one time she was released it only took her a week before she had to be admitted again.

Now that she’s out at 22, she has no path in her life. She’s living with her mother but, since Bavanya’s been gone, she’s turned into an even worse capitalist pig. She won’t even talk to her, on her ride home from rehab Royal did not say one word to her. Bavanya leaves in the middle of the night.

Bavanya finds herself comfort in jazz clubs. She plays sometimes, it's nice in a quiet and calm environment. She loved the orchestra but the pressure was intense and constant and, looking down at the thousands of people… It was terrifying. But here, in this dinky little bar, everyone drunk not analyzing and reading to pounce on any misplaced notes. She felt loved. Bavanya meets people there too, one night stands, one-month dates, nothing that ever lasts long term. Just person after person.

I’m writing this on paper instead of the usual app, which admittedly I haven’t used for a while but I have nothing to do here, and also no device that’s also why I’m writing on paper, but, I’ve been arrested. Or was I’m convicted now, Mother got me only one year but, it’s still a godamn fucking year.

2 years ago I joined a jazz band at my old dinky club, the leader and singer of this club ‘Donnie,’ fell in love with me and, I them, but, it was the longest relationship I’ve had. A whole 8 months. Anyways, Donnie? Fucking freak, obsessed. He was constantly around me, in my home, the club (even when we weren’t playing,) he just always happened to be where I was. It didn’t feel like clinginess, this dude was fucking stalking me. I confronted him, we broke up, he went nuts, and I just left cause fuck that. But then he starts doing actual freaky shit like breaking into my home using the spare key he’d said he lost! I moved out when he was playing some gig.

Then I meet Siiz, she got me into some fun stuff, she had me helping her steal shit and scam some fools, man she was hot. That was great. But then Donnie found me, and I was pissed I yelled at him a bit, and I swung a bit, and I just sort of shot him in the leg before landing another sick kicks, ‘bout to stomp his ass when i got pulled away by an Ark, fuckin Narks. Anyways court, Mom got me a lawyer, I got one year in this shit hole. My roommates chill, she been real flirty, she’s gonna help me get to know the folk around her, make connections ya know. Become top dog and all that.

Bavanya’s prison year is spent with a flurry of dates and fights, and earning a certificate through a program the prison offers that gets her a job when she hits the outside. After being released, she moves to Kuanos, into the basement of some old apartment. The job is at this greenhouse, monitoring and testing plants for eating. The security is tight. And, Bavanya loves her job she does but, after being introduced to the sweet cha-ching plant smugglers earn… She couldn’t love it more. Bavanya starts her own ring, smuggling plants out through her metal stomach cavity, using a chip in her brain to mess with the scanners. And uses that sweet tech once again to interfere with her ankle monitor and police chip. Who cares about the price she’ll have to pay if she gets caught when the crime pays triple, amirite.