CHAPTER ONE: It was near midnight, the sky was dark and the only lights that were shinning were coming from New York. She was coming in off of the train that she hopped coming out of Hartford, Connecticut. She was used to this type of traveling, besides she was doing it since she was twelve, after her parents left her. "Condamner, vous pouvez l'orge voit les étoiles hors ici," she said with a sigh as she raised her head up to look at the sky. She smiled at how good her French had stayed even in this English place. "I am sad I can't even speak my language in this filthy place," she sighed again, she had been doing that ever since she got off of the boat from England. "Hmmm, I am getting pretty good at sounding American," she said to herself picking her pack up off of the ground, which wasn't that heavy considering it only had one set of clothes in it, her note book, her pencil kit, and a rumpled picture of her family. Setting out from the train yard, she headed for the first large thing that she saw. The Brooklyn Bridge.