Well here it goes. Another romance fan fiction involving spot. But sorry for the bad news spot gets in for a rude awakening. He may be a player but as the summAry says he gets beat at his own game and its a beating last for a long time. So let me get on with the story the story that happened exactly one year after the newsboys strike. The story that changed spot conlons way of life forever.
I kept running not looking behind me. I didn't want to look back and I couldn't. How could he do this to me to his own daughter. It just wasn't fair I'm only 16 years old I don't want to get married especially to someone most four times my age. Ever since my mother died my father has been pressuring me to grow up and get married. But to tell you the truth who would want to be married to someone as old and creepy as him. I needed to find somewhere to hide but where. I just knew I couldn't stay in Manhattan not with them there I wouldn't last a day if they ever found me. Ever since the arranged engagement they've been trying to get to me. So I kept running, running til I couldn't run anymore. I looked around and realized that I had no idea where I was.
Well since I'm lost right now I have a few minutes to tell you about myself after all you have every right to know before you go further into the story. I will start by saying I haven't lived in new York long only about 3 months now. That's why the engagement upsets me I only met the man once after my father told me I was to marry him. My English was faulty when I first got to new York but my Italian was perfect. I hope you realize this means that I'm from Italy. Yeah that's right I know what you're thinking another Irish or Italian immigrant, and to make matters worse I'm as illegal as they come which us why my father wants to marry me off. But I would have been fine just staying in Italy. I'm 16 yeArs old as you already know, I have long jet black hair that falls to my waist in perfect spiral eyes are bright green a trait I received from my mother. I'm normal height standing at 5'5 and I only weigh 110 lbs. I'm not skinny though. My name is Maon Anfen, my Irish mother named me it means silent storm but here in America I go by Taliah. So that's who I am now back to figuring out where the hell I am. Not a single thing looks familiar and I am not one to ask for help. You see as I said before my English is a little rusty. So I guess I will have to figure things out on my own the only problem is that it's getting dark and I know how bad new York gets at night, my father warned me all about it and I even heard it. I started walking faster my legs getting more and more tired. I know I need to take a break but right now that's definetly not an option. The sounds if footsteps behind me causes me to quicken my pace. I'm more scared than ever now.
"Hey you turn around and stop now. I'm willing to bet that I can have a lot if fun with you." the man yelled at me. I may not be able to speak English well but I could understand it perfectly. I kept running until I was face to face with another man. Could my day get any worse.
" per favore non farmi male." I cried out before I felt myself faint. When I woke up I was on a bed in what looked like a bunk room and surrounding me was about several boys around my age.
"Hey are you ok? One asked looking at me concerned he tried to comfort me but I just backed away scared these guys were newbies and my father had warned me about them. Right now I was in more danger than I would be on the street or at least thAt is what I thought.
Well there you go the very first chapter in my story. Review or don't it really doesn't matter I do this because I enjoy writing. So even though I'd love to hear you'd thoughts I hate to say it but your opinion really doesn't matter to me. I will write anyways but just to let you know this does turn a little tragic.