A/N: I've had this idea in my head for months now. So basically, it's kind of a like Aladdin-ish and takes place in New Mexico, and it's slightly modern-ish, but also old-time-ish. I wrote this story quite similar to the way The Merlin Conspiracy is written; on chapter is from Troy's POV, the next is from Gabriella's POV, and so on.
A lot of teenagers say that their lives are difficult; but do they really know what a difficult life is like?
I don't think so.
If they had to miss the biggest party of the year because their parents refuse to let them go, they would probably throw a fit, and moan about how their life sucks.
Me, on the other hand, I would give anything to have that. I could say my life is difficult and people would understand, because it's the truth; a truth that I wish could be a lie.
My mother was a prostitute, a careless one in fact—hence the reason I exist. She had had many other accidental kids, but quite a lot of them died or she literally threw them away. But surprisingly, I was the only one she didn't throw away, that was until I turned five.
When I, was three my mother got sick of me because she accused me of being the reason why she had fewer customers than usual and locked me in my room whenever she had any, and if I made any noise I'd have to go without food for a whole day. Then, on the day I believe was my fifth birthday, my mother came home, drunk and hanging off the arm of a man, who I thought to be a real giant at that time. I'd never seen her like that before, so when I asked her if she was okay, she lashed out at me, telling me how hard I'd made life for her, how she wished I'd never been born, and a whole lot of other things I'd rather not think about. Anyway, she told me she never wanted to see me again, and that I was a waste of space. I loved her, even though there wasn't anything about her to love, but I'd always wanted her to be happy and if I was the reason why she wasn't I was going to change that, so I ran away, not taking anything but the clothes I had on.
Being a five year old kid and wandering around alone in the streets in the poorest part of Albuquerque was most definitely the dumbest things anyone could ever do.
After walking around for hours, I was lost and starving and I wanted nothing more than to go back home. I didn't care if it would make her unhappy, I just wanted to go back, and that was when I realized I didn't know how. I wandered into a dark deserted alley, where I hid behind a filthy dumpster and watched as people walked past, not even giving a second glance; I'd never known that the world was so harsh, but little did I know that that was just the beginning.
Miraculously, I survived the harsh streets, stealing scraps of food people left behind after eating, and hiding out in an abandoned five storey building not so far from the market place. By the time I turned nine, I was known throughout the town, for being an expert thief, so basically everyone hated me. I had been caught a number of times stealing food from the carts of traders and sellers, but I always escaped, one way or another, with my prize. I was quite satisfied with my stealing and hiding life, until one day when I was at my hideout, looking down at the busy city whilst munching of my prize, a loaf of bread and an apple, when they walked past; the "royal" family of New Mexico. They aren't exactly royal, but everyone else sees them as royal, they were just the richest family in the state, and the leaders.
This was the first time I had ever seen them in this part of Albuquerque, so you could say I was shocked. I forgot all about all about my food and climbed onto the huge hole made by the old bricks falling away. The word awe would be an understatement to what I felt as I watched the "royals" go through the city, looking all high and mighty on what would have to be the cleanest horses I've ever seen; the actual family were in the middle of the parade and from where I sat, I could only see the tops of their heads, and the extravagantly colorful clothes. I felt like I was watching one of those huge parades you would see on T.V., with all the colors, the confetti, the marching bands, the dancers/cheerleaders, mascots, and at the end, the king and queen of whatever the parade was for, looking very majestic whilst sitting on top of those type of cars with no hood; with their princes and princesses behind in another car, throwing confetti all over the place. But in this parade, the king and queen rode horses instead of cars, neither were they king and queen of anything, but there was no prince, only a little princess riding a smaller horse than her parents.
Something about the princess made me stop and stare. Her hair was cut short, probably down to her shoulders, in wavy curls. She looked so tiny in her oversized clothes that I laughed, hard. Then as if she heard me, she looked up, right at me.
Up until now, I still cannot get her get her expression out of my head; it was the same thing I felt: the need to escape, to live a new and different life from the one I'm currently living in.
I couldn't take my eyes off her, even when she had become no less than a tiny dot on the horizon.
A/N: I know it's short, but it's just a prologue, next it's going to be Gabriella's. I did not plan on ending it here but it's been sitting on my computer for over a month because every time I try to add something to it usually does not turn out good so I decided to turn it into a prologue.
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