`*(★)Ivory– ;

♦  Ivory Anne Miller ♦  21 ♦  StraightWhacked up family  ♦  Beware of Driving  ♦

Ivory wore glasses in high school because her mom couldn't afford contacts. Her hair was a mess because she couldn't afford to go to a stylist every week to keep it under control. She never went to prom, the dresses were too expensive, and she wore her uniform everyday. The same one over and over. It didn't bother her, she knew her mother couldn't afford it. She was working her tail off, and Ivory was lucky to get a scholarship to the local private school. It was okay, she survived with her mom. They made ends meet. Her father had never been around, Ivory never asked. She was her mother's sunshine, and that was all that mattered. Until she died. Her mother died of a heart attack. And in came the ever changing events that were her life. Her father swooped in. He just so happened to be a millionaire. He owned Vegas Velocity Race Track. The separation was mutual, he told her. Her mother didn't want him around, didn't want his help. Her father took her in and all of a sudden her life was silk sheets and maids. She hated it. Still hates it. She didn't tell anyone, she didn't want special treatment. But, the racetrack became a big part of her life. She worked there, odd jobs and such. But also became an avid spectator.