A/N: This is an idea i had(: i'm sorry i haven't updated my other story, but i think it's just going no where now. i might update it but...ehh.

Please remember that Clare is 8 years old and Eli is 9 years old in this chapter (and others)

"You god-damned disrespectful child, Elijah!" Eli hung his head in shame of his behavior. "How many times do I tell you to quit these pranks of yours?"

Elijah Goldsworthy was nothing but a mere trickster. Always performing practical jokes with his cousin Mark, also known as Eli's dad's business partner's son. Don't get him wrong, Mark was his best friend and they loved each other to death like they were brothers. They were spoiled rich kids who always got what they want and wasting bucket loads of money on pranks and toys. Elijah Goldsworthy was a spoiled 9 year old boy.

"Elijah? Did you hear me?"

"Yes, sir."

"I don't want that happening again, you hear me?"

"Yes, sir." Eli stiffened as his dad put his on hand on his shoulder.

"I'm gonna apologize to Uncle Boxer."

"You damn better."

Eli pulled on his coat and left his mansion. The mansion could be what you say, a wonderland? A huge ass house! One of Eli's nannies reminded him to be home by 7:30. It was 5:30.

"I will, Nan-Helen." Eli smirked. He seemed to be close with this nanny. Nan-Helen was only nanny he liked out of the passed nannies his father paid for. This nanny actually cared about watching him and not worrying about the money. Nan-Helen was a middle-aged woman who had short, dark brown hair.

"Be careful!"

Eli nodded his head in disapproval. Nan-Helen always treated him like such a baby. He made his way to his cousin's house, Mark Fitzgerald.

"Clare! You are the biggest god-damned mistake of my life!" Her steph-father yelled at Clare as she tried to clean up the broken beer bottle on the ground. Thom Sunders was a drunk-ass-no-life.

"Where is Darcy and your mother?"

Clare sniffed and wiped away the tears. "They're working at the Goldsworthy Mansion."

"Working you say? Fuck them! They've been spending so much damned money on 'food' when I could be drinking the finest liquor. Thom raised his hands and flapped his hands in all directions like there was no tomorrow.

Clare Edwards was a 8 year old little girl exposed to this torture. She lived in poverty ever since her father passed away. Her steph-father was a drunk-ass-no-life, while her mother and Darcy were maids at the Goldsworthy Mansion. Why did her life have to be like this? Why couldn't she just be born rich and have everything handed to her. Why did her father have to pass away?

She couldn't even afford to buy bread and milk at the market, because of Thom. Clare was starving, her steph-father spent all the money her mother gave her on liquor. Thom walked to Clare sluggishly and slapped her across the face and sat on the couch and passed out.

Clare cried and put her hand on her cheek where it soon turned red. She stood up and threw away the broken glass. Then she grabbed a blanket and layed it on top of Thom. She then went to her closet and got a sweatshirt. Clare walked out of the apartment and sat at the foot of the stairs. The weather was extremely cold, you could see your breath, She cried her eyes out and put her head on her knees. This innocent 8 year old girl had a hard life. "Why?" she asked.

Eli walked to the market to get some snacks for him and his cousin. The weather made his nose turn red . As he walked the streets, he saw a figure sitting and crying her eyes out at the foot of the stairs.

"Why?" a soft voice asked. Eli didn't know why he felt drawn to this girl. He studied her features; long-wavy, auburn-brown hair, and pale skin. He was one curious 9 year old boy, you would say.

"What's wrong?" Eli asked innocently

The girl's head snapped up and her incredibly blue eyes met with green. The girl sniffed and wiped her tears away. "Why do you care?" she asked harshly.

"I'm sorry, I'll just go then." Eli said as he started walking away from the mysterious blue-eyed girl. Eli wondered why the pretty girl was crying. Was she hurt? Eli shoved the memory of meeting the girl and went on his way to Mark's house.

I have other chapters written down in my notebook(: if i hit 10 reviews, then i'll update! 'lessthanthree'