Once upon a time, an author was looking through some old comics she drew in her notebook... and then inspiration struck!

Three boys: Jimmy, Rudy, and Danny. They are all different.

Jimmy leads a hard life with a hardcore attitude, while Danny was raised in royalty, with a bored-streak.

Rudy was a weak boy, while Jimmy was tough. Danny wanted to be an average kid, and Jimmy wanted it all.

Rudy wanted a more exciting life. Danny wanted a normal life. Jimmy wanted a life other than the one he had now.

Three boys: Jimmy, Rudy, and Danny. What will happen when they all meet?

If this didn't catch your attention, nothing can!

Chapter One

Jimmy's POV

It's not MY fault my mom died from an internal illness, and I never met my father. It's not MY fault I was kicked out of one foster home after another because I was too tough to handle. It's not MY fault the cops threw me into an orphanage because of my attitude. It's not MY fault I ran away, lived on the streets of the slums, beat the shit out of anyone who got on my bad side (stealing any cash they had on them while I did), and had to live under the docks in a make-shift shack.

What, you don't believe me?! It's not MY fault I have a shitty life! It's my step-father's fault!

He never wanted any kids, but he married my mom anyway, despite she already had me, after her boyfriend-- my REAL dad-- disappeared. It bothered him that I was a illegitimate, but he let that slide... all because he was flat broke and needed the money, so he decided to mooch off my mom. Damn, I hated that guy!

I was GLAD some loan-sharks hounded him and shot him dead. I read about his murder in a newspaper, but the cops didn't know who did it. I did though, but I never said. I owed it to the thugs to killed him, they did me a favor-- they knocked off the asshole who abandoned me after my mom grew sick and died.

So, it's not my fault, you see? It's my step-dad's-- scratch that, my EX step-dad's fault that my mom and I had no money, and I ended up being a criminal.

But it's not all bad. I make a pretty good living shop-lighting, mugging a few nimrods for money, and if the weather gets too bad or the shit-shack I live in falls apart, I can always find an apartment lobby to crash in for the night... until the manager throws me out.

Today, I was on my usual shop-lifting spree: Grab a few snacks, some nice clothes, and stuff them all under my jacket and get out of there. Unfortunately, the clerk spotted me and called the cops.

...And now, I was running down the street, pursued by some bad-ass cops. "Get back here, you little shit!" One of them shouted at me.

I flipped him the bird. "Screw you!" I yelled back, turning the corner--

--Only to slam into another cop. "Well, well, well, if it ain't the local trouble-maker." He sneered, grabbing me and forcing me back on my feet. "C'mon, you piece of shit. You're going downtown."

"Ah, bite me!" I thrashed out of his grip, but he tackled me and cuffed me, then threw me into the back of the squad car. "Damn it."

Now, where I come from, they don't have a juvenile hall for kids like me. And I guess they got the hunch that I would probably burn down the orphanage if they sent me back there (not just because I yelled out the threat).

So, if you're wondering how I-- 14-year-old Jimmy Krook-- ended up in a large prison on the outskirts of town, now you know.

Little did I know that this wasn't any ordinary prison.

Danny's POV

I hate being royalty. Of all the dumb luck, my parents had to both come from two kingdoms, become betrothed, then have me. My name is Danny Charmm, and I hate being a prince.

Don't get me wrong. My parents are very kind to me, and the servants are very fun to have around (sometimes), and the palace we live in is large and beautiful, surrounded by gardens, with a large wall with a walkway on it... I hate that wall.

It keeps me from seeing the entire town. My parents, though very loving, are very protective of me, and won't let me out of our kingdom for ANYTHING. They hired special tutors so I wouldn't have to go to school; we have our own movie theatre, so I don't have to go to the one in town; we have our own arenas, courts, playgrounds, pool... everything! ...And I hate it all, because-- since everyone else is too busy and my parents won't let any commoners in-- I have to enjoy it by myself... which I don't.

So, every day, I stand on the balcony and stare out at the town, wondering what it must feel like for other kids who get to have a normal life, rather than go and try to 'enjoy' the spoils around me.

It must be nice... I thought to myself. Heaving a sigh and going into my over-luxurious room, I turned on my satellite TV, and the movie Aladdin came on. It was on the part where the princess in the movie was sick of having her life lived for her, and decided to run away.

"Daniel, dinner is served." One of the servants called to me.

"Alright, I'm coming," I called, turning off the TV, going downstairs to eat a dinner at a large table with my two parents, knowing that I'll be the most silent one at the table since I never have anything to talk about... since there's nothing for me to do.

Man, I hated my life. ...Of course, I wouldn't have said that if I knew what was in store for me.

Rudy's POV

I'm not like the other boys. I like watching classic Disney movies; I like baking with my mom; I like cute, furry animals; I like romantic novels, especially Romeo and Juliet; I like the color pink, and any color that relates to it; I like to slow dance...

...and I like boys. Yeah, I'm a homosexual, and I don't know how I got that way. And yeah, I'm the 'girly' type of homosexual, but I don't mind... especially when, since my hair is a little long and I don't have much of a boyish face (getting my looks from my mom), I kind of look more like a girl than a boy. But it doesn't bother me-- I like it.

There are only two things I don't like: my brother Chris and my sister Chrys. They're twins and three years older than me, and they take every opportunity to make my life feel like hell.

"Hello, little fag of a brother," Chris said to me one morning.

"How's it going, homo?" Chrys teased.

I hated it most when they teased me... and hurt me when Mom and Dad weren't around, and they said that if I squealed on them, they would beat the shit out of me until every inch of my body was black with bruises. I knew they would do it, too, so I kept my mouth shut.

Every time they beat me up, they give their excuse. "You're an embarrassment to the family," they would say. "Mom and Dad are ashamed of raising a gay retard like you! We're just doing them a favor, and punishing you for existing!" That's when I lock myself in my room and cry in my closet.

When they didn't tease me about being gay, they scared me into thinking our house was haunted, that a man was shot in our attic before we moved here, and his ghost lies in wait up in the room, waiting for someone to come up so he can possess them to get his revenge. I often heard creaking noises from it at night, so I believed them and never set a foot up there.

...Of course, that was when I was five, and I stopped believing in horror stories. After all, my life pretty much was one with my older siblings tormenting me.

Until I found out there was more to it than just my siblings.

A/N: And there you have it-- Three different boys, three different lives, one huge adventure coming up. Reviews are welcome, flames will be stomped on and the flamers will be thrown off a cliff.