Alright! So I'm back with a new story, this one involving an OC of my own! I hope you enjoy, so here's chapter 1!

She stood at the front door of the Manhattan Newsboys Lodging House, staring at the doorknob, with her crutch stuck under her left armpit. This would be the start to another life, and not one like she had already led. She was awaiting for a new adventure, not one that was filled with tragic endings, the complete opposite of how every fairytale ending was like. She had read enough to know that there was never going to be a happy ending from who she had been before. There was just no way it could happen.

She lifted her gaze up to see the sign, which read 'Newsboys Lodge House.'

'What will they think of me? Will they accept me, being the way that I am?' she thought to herself, hoping, wishing, and dreaming that she could find some place better than the streets. She looked down at the end of her crutch, and sighed. She didn't know what else to do, so she hesitantly raised her right arm, giving three soft knocks on the worn-down door.

A man opened the door, slowly and quietly. It was late out, around 10:30, the sun had passed down the horizon, leaving the moon to do its work. When the man saw her, he held a sympathetic smile on his face and welcomed her in.

"Come in! It's freezing out there!" the man spoke at once. The snow was covering her feet. Well, foot. She was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts, that's all she could afford with what little she had left. "You stay right there, I'll go get you a blanket." And sure enough, the man disappeared up the steps located to the far left corner of the small but cozy room.

The man returned with the blanket, and quickly wrapped her in it, steadying her shivers. "Welcome to the Manhattan Newsboys Lodging House, I see that you're not a boy though. We can make arranges for that!" the man said cheerfully, but quietly. She only nodded, too cold and too tired to really talk.

"What's your name?" the man asked politely.

'Should I go with my real name? Everyone would recognise my last name though. No, I'll only go with my first name, not my last name,' she thought, knowing full well that many people knew of her last name, for many reasons.

"A...Alex, o..or Alexandrea," she spoke through soft shivers, somehow starting to steady her breath. "B...but most call me Alley, or Twisted."

"Alright, Alex, Alexandrea, Alley, or Twisted, which would you like to be called?" the man spoke again.

'I should probably hide my real name, suspicion would arise otherwise,' she once again thought to herself.

"I'll go with Twisted, well just Twist will do," she replied. She would also need to hide her true accent from others, as a precaution so that nobody can find out who she really was. She needed to train her New York accent, she had only lived there for a year and a bit, so she definitely needed practise at it.

She also couldn't have the precise grammar of which she always spoke using, people would find out about her past through that way also. She already looked rugged up enough for anyone to fully recognise who she was. She had once been a beautiful young girl, with her long brown, curly hair reaching down her back, with gorgeous blue-grey and green eyes that people always complimented her about. She now looked like a full on street rat, her hair messed up in tangled knots down her back, with eyes that looked like they were about to burst out into tears at any given moment. This new her also came fixed with a crutch, a lopsided one at that.

"Alright then, Twist, my name is Mr Kloppman and I run this Lodging House," the man, now known as 'Mr Kloppman' stated. "Here you'll find newsboys, ages ranging from 5 to 18 years old. One other problem, you're the only girl that we've ever had," the man looked down at his feet, obviously not knowing what to do about it, but he sure as hell wasn't going to let her back out in the snow. Not the way she looked. She looked tired, sleep-deprived, parched and she looked like she need to be taken care of by someone. And fast.

"Please take a seat, I'll have you choose a bed soon enough and I'll cook something up for you," Mr Kloppman said with a smile on his face, he knew that the boys will think of her as a sister and will take care of her. "And then you can go to bed, and you can meet the others tomorrow."

"T...thanks Mr Kloppman," Twist started before she was cut off.

"You can just call me Kloppman if you'd like."

Twist just nodded with a small smile, she knew that this place would soon become her home.

"Alrigh' Kloppman," Twist tried her best at a New York accent. "Tank you for your kindness, Ise really aprreciate it."

Kloppman looked at her strangely, curious as to know why Twist had suddenly changed her voice. But before he asked, he stopped himself, maybe it was personal. He wouldn't want to push any button, he wanted her to be welcome. Even if she had a very strange New York accent.

"Well, you can have a look around if you'd like, maybe pick out a bed that you'd like, but be quiet. Those boys do not like being woken up," Kloppman warned.

"Ise'll be fine!" Twist replied with a grin. And with that, she slowly made her way up the steps, manoeuvring her crutch up the stairs.

'This will be a start of a new life, I'm sure of it.'

So so that was chapter 1, if you enjoyed it, please leave a review as that would be most appreciated! Thanks again!