(A/N: As you have heard, Haley has damaged her hand. She went to a doctor… And was told not to do anything with it. Being as stubborn as she is, she'll type anyway, but I decided to start something on my own. This story is part of a four part series. Sooo… Yeah. Read it now. This is just saying what happened to the OC to get her into his series of stories…)

Flashback

She held her baby in her arms… Her own flesh and blood…

She was so tiny… And when Tricia heard her darling child was a girl, her heart pounded with excitement… She could already see herself in the future… Seeing the dresses she would buy her, seeing the times they would garden together… Even though none of those were her real personality shining through…

What was she supposed to tell her new born baby? That her mother was a drug addict and a prostitute? That her father is a slacker? That she will most likely live with just her mother and have constant money troubles because all of the money is being used to buy Tricia's "Medicine"? How is a child supposed to respect that?

But she decided she would improvise this parenthood. She held her child.

Tricia had an at-home birth and now was supposed to think up a name for this innocent young one. She didn't know what to think. She decided to think about it. Anyways, the child would be stuck with the name for life; wouldn't she want one to be proud of?

As a couple of days dragged by, she worked as hard as possible to support the little one. She didn't even realize until the third day that her baby hasn't moved her legs at all… She knew that drugs during pregnancy cause difficulties… But what if her child is paralyzed?

She rushed to the hospital and headed to the pediatric wing. They tested and tested, and then heartbreaking news was given to Tricia; Her child had a condition that made her muscles deteriorate… They said if they didn't amputate both legs then her daughter would surely die from this condition spreading.

Knowing the risks, she told the doctor she wanted the surgery for her girl. They quickly obeyed her decision, and Tricia sat in the waiting room. She was nervous, so she decided to take her mind off of the surgery being done on her three day year old baby by thinking of names to name her.

One name came as a flash across her mind… She loved it… And she was sure her daughter would too. Just then, her bulky mobile phone rang. She answered, and the deep voice of her daughter's father came rushing into her ears. His Brooklyn accent made him sound mostly angry all the time.

"Tric, where the hell are you??! You didn't bring me my damn breakfast! Is it that stupid baby again? Or are you even going to tell me anything about the kid?! I don't even know if it's a boy or a girl! Or even their goddamn name!" He yelled into the device. Tricia's own accent flowed beautifully out of her lips.

"Yes, it is our child! And for your information, she is girl and her name is Roxanne! And I am at the hospital right now because she is in surgery, getting her legs taken off!"

"Well, then her mom shouldn't have done drugs during the damn pregnancy! And now my kid has to go through this shit…" He punished his baby's mother through words, and she had tears going down her face.

"Don't blame this on me! I know very well that this is my fault and I don't need you out of all people telling me so! Besides, remember who got me started on them?" She snapped. Tricia heard a huff and then a long continuous beep rang on, signaling that he hung up. She hung up and turned the phone off, not wanting to hear from Tony again.

So then Tricia sat, waiting for news on Roxanne. For what seemed like lifetimes, a surgeon walked out the doors. She stood, nervous of what he was going to tell her.

"Is she…?" She asked, her heart pounding.

"She is fine." The professional informed her. She let out a long breath of relief. Thank god Roxanne was all right!

From that moment on, things went by almost normally. Roxanne (Roxy for short) grew like a normal child… But with no legs. When Roxy turned five, Tricia raised enough money so that prosthetic legs could replace the long gone limbs. The little child quickly grew used to these and began doing martial arts classes to get her in shape. No one in her class knew about her problem besides her long time friend, Orianna. And very few others.

She grew closer and closer to her friends, grew popularity in school, and quickly became the girl guys would dream of having in their arms. But Roxy always told herself she would never turn out like her mother. And she held to her word...

But like all ninja turtle tales (Or other characters who are out of the ordinary) say, "For people like them, things always turn out for the worse.".