Prologue
Some people were born unlucky. I was one of those people.
I was born on April 1, 1988. I was an April fool's joke, at least to my father. I never knew him, but my mother told me to never acknowledge him. She was the only person that I needed, and that was good enough for me. We live in New Orleans, on the nicer side of town, near the Garden District with my grandmother Beverly Clairmont. We lived with her for financial reasons, and to be close to family.
I vaguely remember those days. But a memory that will never leave my mind was the day my mother was killed. We were sitting on the front lawn of the house, enjoying the warm summer day, when a whizzing bullet struck her in the head. She fell to the ground, dead instantly. That was a week before my fifth birthday. After my mother's death, my grandmother tried to erase that horrible day from my memory with electroshock therapy, but it still lingers with me to this day.
After my mother's tragic dearth, my grandmother sent me away to a boarding school in New Orleans Called, " The Poitier Academy for young girls. I attended school there until I was 13, when my grandmother died. She was paying the tuition for the school, and since there was no one to handle the finances, they kicked me out of the school. Child Protective Services placed me with my Aunt Liza and my Uncle Robert. They lived a rich life with their two other children, and when I was almost 15, I was thrown onto the streets because of my "beguiling behavior." Finally, when there was no where left to go, I lived on the streets for two years.
And the day that I met Monsieur Nicholas was a day that change my life forever.