Hmmm...I guess the beginning is always a good place to start...

Ava's life started out just about as normal as any. Her father worked for minimum wage in a dead end job, her mother the same. She had the classic drone family - living in a house with a white picket fence that needed repair, 2.3 kids and a dog named Spot. Everything was in it's place and just...was. She was always kind of the black sheep of her family. She'd get into fights at school, never did her homework and loved the attention of older "men". It was her 13th birthday that everything changed.

Her father never made it home that day. The officer that came to the door wasn't exactly the type to say things gently. "There was a car accident. A semi blew a tire and swerved, missing everyone but him. I'm sorry." The car was crushed, mom was crying, sis was too young to understand. Mom never got over it. First she went into shock, then panic and finally a drunken stupor that would put middle-aged irish men to shame. The county finally took the kgirls and put them in seperate foster homes. Ava didn't stay there long.

Ava knew she could survive on the streets. She grew up fast and hard. It wasn't long before she figured out how to use her looks and body to get what she wanted in life, and she wanted it all. She walks and talks tough only showing a sweeter side to those she grows close to. If you get to know her and she starts to show her true self, be careful not to cross her...she doesn't take betrayal lightly and revenge is much too sweet.