DIAKOS, ARIANA A.

[ARIANA A. DIAKOS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:450px; padding:10px;] ignore this here [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:200px; height:300px; overflow:auto; vertical-align:top;] ariana athena diakos, nineteen, local, kaya scodelario , formspring didn’t you like, have a baby or something? Slut Yes, I had a baby (or something). Her name is Isabella, aka Izzy, and she’s currently three years old. Also I was in a two year relationship with her father, not just sleeping around, so I wouldn’t consider myself a slut. what’s up with the accent I’m from Bristol, in the U.K. My mom is Irish though, and my dad is Greek. We moved to Chicago when I was thirteen, and an accent like this doesn’t really go away. what r u doin 2 support ur bby I’m working as a model every now and then, I waitress at a diner, and sell my art. I plan to go to Columbia next year for art, once I have the money and everything. I have a lot of friends there. You’re like really really hot. Are you single? Err, thanks. I’ve been single since Izzy’s dad went in to treatment after she was born (he’s been in and out since). would you date me? …If you asked me in person? I’m bisexual but I’m trying not to date much for Izzy’s sake. YOU USED TO BE THE HARDEST PARTIERRR! Yeah, I know. I still smoke weed and drink now and then… I try to party with my friends but pretty much all my money goes to funds for art school and Izzy, so I can give her a good future. her story Ariana was born in London, England, to Henry Diakos, then twenty-seven, and Rose Doyle Diakos, then twenty-six. Her dad was an art teacher, with Greek parents but raised in England, and her mum was a journalist from the Irish countryside. She was the second child, with twin elder brothers, Charlie and Tony, two years older. When she was three, the happy family moved to Bristol. Ariana took after her mum in looks, but had her dad’s passion for art. Her brothers taught her to play football, her mum taught her how to dance, and her dad taught her how to draw. For about eleven years, her childhood was perfectly fun. Even as a little girl, she almost always had a “boyfriend”, and her parents loved each other. Though she didn’t always get great marks in school, it was all right because she made up for it in being bubbly and talented. At eleven, her mum found out her dad was having an affair with one of his former students, a nineteen-year-old girl. That’s just about when her perfect world shattered into a million pieces, and the divorce began. It was bitter on both ends; as it turned out, back in London when she was three her mom had cheated on her dad with a number of different guys. She spent weekends with her dad and weekdays with her mum, caught in a crossfire. Art was her escape, along with playing football with her mates, and pranking people with her brothers. Luckily, a thirteen, her mum got an offer to write for a newspaper in Chicago, and despite the fact that her brothers chose to stay behind with her dad, Ariana decided to go. She wanted a fresh start. Her start was certainly new, maybe not exactly fresh. Already bad at school, she decided to devote her energy mostly to partying. Weed influenced her creativity and as an artist, that was perfect, so she began smoking it fairly often. Partying also got her out of her house, and away from her mum who was trying to “date.” Occasionally she got into trouble, but her mum was too tied up in work to bother caring, and the rest of her family was an ocean away; Ariana did as she pleased. At fourteen, she started going out seriously with a boy she had met at a party. They called themselves Sid and Nancy, and the more she hung out with him, the more she fell for him. Truly, they were kindred spirits, but unfortunately, he was an addict. The more he descended into addiction the more Ariana went with him. It was inevitable that she would get pregnant, looking back. They started having sex after a couple of months, and after a while, they stopped being careful. Condoms, birth control… it was very hard to remember when they were stoned or high. After a year she’d tried turning her life around, and she caught up a lot in school. But her junior year she started doing the same old stuff. And she got pregnant. It just happened, like that. She knew almost immediately, and the good thing was she didn’t let herself fall into denial. She broke up with her boyfriend; he was too much of a mess. She started going to school, not skipping class, studying hard. Whenever she felt like crying she would throw herself into her art, sometimes spending an entire weekend just painting pictures of anything. To this day she has some of them left, skeletons with flowers bursting out of their eye sockets, pregnant women done in abstract styles and unrealistic colours, a series of charcoal sketches of mother hens and their eggs. When her mum found out she was as supportive as possible, sort of blaming the whole thing on herself for not watching Ariana closely enough. Eventually, little Isabella Aphrodite Diakos was born. Around the same time, Ariana’s ex entered treatment. After they’d broken up, he’d become addicted to heroin, something he had previously dabbled in but Ariana had urged him to steer clear of. He kept getting kicked out of rehabs and being put into others, and to Isabella he was nothing more than a series of random letters and birthday cards. Since then, Ariana’s raised Izzy with the help of her mum. When she turned nineteen she’d saved up enough from odd jobs to move into her own, crappy place with a roommate. gabbie -- sixteen – a few of years, on and off – currently playing ellie goulding on repeat & I'm really bad with this html kind of stuff