-1Disclaimer: The original characters(King Kong, Ann Darrow, Jack Driscoll, Carl Denham, etc) were created by Merian C. Cooper. I think King Kong is own by Warner Brothers but I'm not sure. Anyway, the characters I do own are Veronica, Mrs. Garret, the orphans, and basically everyone else. The only things that I don't own are the characters that appeared in the original film. Enjoy!

The girl and her story

December 20, 1931

New York City, New York, USA

It was a cold December night in the most famous city in the world, New York City but like always, the streets weren't deserted. In fact, they were packed with all types of people. Christmas was only five days away so everyone was rushing to get presents for they're family members. In the middle of all this commotion, an attractive girl stood in the middle of Time Square. Yet no one noticed her because her clothes were dirty and raggedy. Almost everyone had clothes like that. It was the great depression after all. The girl name was Veronica Calabresi.

Veronica was a small girl, standing barely at five feet and she was almost bone thin due hardly eating. This was because food was scared were she lived. She had a light brown dress on. Actually the dress was baby blue when she first got it but over the years, it got so filthy that it turned to brown. She was a brunette with rosy cheeks and hazel eyes. Her light brown hair was wavy and curly, not to mention tangled. If Veronica had the money and time, she would probably be a drop dead gorgeous beauty queen but she didn't so therefore, her looks were just above average.

Unlike most of the crowd, Veronica wasn't here for shopping. She didn't have any money. If she did, she would probably buy something for herself instead of buying for her family or friends. Veronica wasn't selfish person. It was more that Veronica had hardy any family members left. Her mother died of food poisoning when she was twelve. Or was she trying to kill herself by drinking arsenic? It wasn't clear. Her father left the family about a month after her mother died. He took her brother along with him, and she hadn't seen them since. As for the friends part, Veronica had barely. Her dirt colored clothes set a negative impression on her classmates who lived on the upper east side and shopped at Saks Fifth Avenue and Barneys. Veronica considered herself lucky that she made at least a couple of friends at a upper crust school.

Veronica dug into her pocket to she if she had any money. To her pleasure, she found a small hunk of smooth metal laying in her pocket. She pulled out a dull buffalo nickel from it. "Five cents" she murmured. "That may be enough for me to buy a hot dog of a pretzel" Veronica lifted her head up to find the nearest hot dog cart. She spotted one near the edge of the street. Although she was nervous, Veronica walked confidently over to the cart. She had been practicing "the confidence walk" since she was eleven. She hoped that someday, a upper breed man or woman would notice her walk and say "My, my. Look over there! Why, that lower class girl walks with charm and grace. If only she wasn't wearing that disgusting dress, I'd mistake her for one of us!". Unfortunately, no one had comment on her walk but Veronica never gave up.

Without looking at the menu, Veronica put her nickel on the small steel like counter and said " Hello sir, I would like a hot dog, please.". The way she said it, you think that she practiced in the mirror saying that exact same sentence since she was two. She didn't get a response. Veronica looked up and saw a beefy man staring at her. He was very fat and to Veronica, it looked like he had at least three other chins besides his actual one. The man had sandy blonde hair and a walrus mustache. Veronica suddenly got a random thought that if the man just stood there all day selling hot dogs, or even eat them. "Sorry kid" the man said with a German accent "Hot Dogs cost ten cents, not five." Veronica sighed. "What about pretzels?" she asked. "They cost five cents" the German man said. "Do you want one?". Veronica nodded. "Yes" she responded. The man picked up the nickel with his big pudgy hands and then handed Veronica a pretzel. "Here you go" he said "Have a nice night". Veronica smiled. The pretzel looked so tasty. "Thank you so much!" she practically yelled. She ran across the street and leaned against a tall gray building and wolfed down the pretzel. About two minutes late Veronica finished it and she was thirsty. She wished she thought twice buying the pretzel and actually using common knowledge that all the salt on the pretzel will make her thirsty. Desperate, Veronica dug deeply into her pockets searching for coins. She found only a piece of string and some pocket lint. "dammit!" she muttered. Veronica bit her lip. Veronica was so thirsty that she was even considering drinking her own spit.

But all of the sudden, she saw something that caught her eye. And her breath. There was a baby pink dress with black buttons and cuffs. The dress was showcased in a department store window. Like a zombie, Veronica walked slowly up the to window. She look at the dress. Everything about the dress was amazing. Even the manikin who was very the dress was amazing, even though she was made out of plastic foam. The manikin had a blonde wig which looked almost exactly like Jean Harlow's wig. It had long legs and it instantly made Veronica feel that her legs were short stumps. The pink dress made the foam manikin look beautiful and Veronica couldn't take her yes off it. She probably starred at it for about five minutes. It wasn't until a businessman knocked her down and said "For godssake girl, didn't your mother ever teach you to not stand in the middle of the goddamn sidewalk?". The man walked away when Veronica got up. "No" she said quietly. "She was too busy, I guess." Veronica got up. "I should be getting home now" she thought. "Gotta help ma with the dinner". And with that, Veronica started to walk home, to Hell's Kitchen.

A/n: So that's chapter one. The next chapter is coming soon I promise. In it we find out more about Vicki's (that's my nickname for her) backround and her current life