Chapter One

"Do you wanna say that again you motherfucker!" Vasquez roundhouse kicked the offending boy directly in the stomach, sending him flying to the ground.

"Jenny please stop! He was only making a joke." Her sister Carmen screamed, holding onto her arm in a death grip, in constant danger of falling off.

"This little shit new exactly what he was saying!" She kicked him while he was down, not stopping even when she heard moans. "Cabron! She's fucking eleven you pedophile!"

"Jenny, Jenny." Her sister was sobbing, pleading with her. "You'll get in trouble."

The man on the ground started weeping. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I won't say it again, plea-"

"Like bullshit you won't!" She spat on him. "I've heard some shit about you, Meyer, always getting away with shit 'cause of your mommy and daddy." Sneering Vasquez continued. "Pudrete en el infierno!"

It was morning, and Jenette and Carmen Vasquez had left their dilapidated apartment block. She always insisted on walking her sister to her elementary school, then continuing on to her junior high, it didn't matter if it made her late every morning, walking the extra distance, she never failed to do so.

For a fourteen year old, she was well aware of her surroundings, Jenette knew her area of Lincoln Heights, L.A was not the best area to live in, but she really didn't have a choice. Both her parents were Mexican immigrant part time workers trying their hardest to get by in a shitty economy.

While she was well aware of the world around her, her sister was the exact opposite, ditsy and well meaning, Carmen Vasquez was in Jenette's opinion, 'too sweet for the world to handle'.

Carmen got all the looks, while Jenette got all the bite. More like Carmen actually cared about her looks, while Jenette couldn't give the slightest little fuck.

Which was how she got into this situation. Carmen left the apartment early while Jenette was still changing, running into the twenty year old William Meyer, smoking a cigarette, in the process. But because she was so polite and young, she didn't just brush him off when he started making lewd comments about her, she stopped to listen.

When Jenette finally made it out of the building, calling out to her sister, she found her pressed up against a fence with the spoiled rich bastard in question leaning up against her.

"Mhh Hmm, Carmen, for a wetback, you sure have a nice ass."

Jenette saw red.

Which was why she was in the current situation.

When someone finally noticed that the 'concha' getting beat up by a fourteen year old was actually the landlord's son, they called the cops, who had to drag the little girl off the curled up pile of shit on the floor.

His parents were not happy to say the least.

Neither were the Vasquez couple when they were promptly evicted from their apartment, to try to find a new one cheap and willing to take the 'hijo del diablo' as Jenette came to be known in her community.

They couldn't even find a inexpensive lawyer keen to take her case. Luckily papa Vasquez was originally, back in Mexico, as close to a lawyer as they could possibly find. As the former office clerk of a prominent company that spent most of their days proving (bribing) that their company did not, in fact, mix lead into paint used for baby's cribs, in order to stretch the pigments, he had a lot of experience with how court functioned. Basically, wear a suit, and stand up straight, and pray that your client does not say anything stupid.

Makes one wonder if he even knew his suit-clad daughter.

So when Mrs. Meyer accused Jenette of practically castrating her son with her foot, she exploded telling Mrs. Meyer, in Spanish, that she could, something along the lines of, take her impotent son shove him up a donkey's arse, then get fucked by the said donkey.

Unfortunately the judge had taken an course in Spanish while doing his undergraduate.

She was promptly sentenced to Juvie until she turned eighteen.

Funnily enough when a year later, Meyer raped a twelve year old from a prominent military family, getting her pregnant, even after he was accused and shipped to the Fiorina 161, no one thought to review Jenette's case.