Disclaimer: I don't own Nick, Joe, Kevin, Frankie or Mr. and Mrs. Jonas. I own Lucille Ann Ruston and the plot that goes along with her story.

There I was, crying in the middle of the street

There I was, crying in the middle of the street. I had lost my job, again; this time at the local diner. Apparently, I wasn't allowed to slip and fall from those old, nasty skates they made us wear as apart of our uniforms and some spilled water.

It was around midnight and not too many people were around. No one was ever around at this time of night. I stayed in front of the diner. I wasn't quite sure where to go. I knew that eventually they were going to tell me to get lost and I'd have to find somewhere. I also knew that eventually I'd find another job and eventually get fired from it. Why'd everything always eventually happen?-scratch that-why'd everything bad always eventually happen to me?

I can only recall a few good times something had happened. Getting a job, for example, and getting an apartment of my own. (Of course, the apartment wasn't going to last long, because I haven't paid rent in a long while.) I tried to think of a few good things that had happened to me in the past. I've had a few okay boyfriends and my parents loved me for a while. That is, until they…died.

I remember it so clearly. It was days after my eighteenth birthday and I just had the time of my life. They had taken me to see one of my favorite musicals, Anything Goes by Cole Porter. I was home alone the day after we had gotten back and my parents were out shopping. I was watching some TV when I received the phone call.

Flashback

"Hello?" I answered.

"This is Kaiser ER asking for a Lucille Ruston" someone replied. The voice was a woman and she sounded like she was in pain.

"Yes, this is her."

"Are your parents Mr. and Mrs. Elizabeth and Scott Ruston?"

"Yes they are, is there something wrong?"

The lady took a breath into the receiver.

"You're parents have been in a tragic accident."

I became silent.

"Miss?"

"Where are they?"

"They were-" She stopped her sentence and took another breath. I was becoming impatient.

"WHERE ARE THEY?" I yelled.

"Miss, please calm down. I'm afraid to say that…that they were claimed DOA."

DOA. Dead on Arrival. They were found dead on the scene and now there was nothing I could do.

Since I was legal, I had to find somewhere for my own. Now, I'm nineteen and I still have now where to go.

My name is Lucille Ann Ruston and this is my story.

Should I continue? I don't know yet. I already have 2 chapters written. Would you keep up with it? R&R

And I promise to also keep updating Bi Bi Baby.