Hey guys, this is the early lives of Jackie, Neal, Alex, and maybe Kate! It starts out with Jackie's begining and will go more into Neal's past. Read my other story Another One Of Those Tales and you will see who Jackie is! Please r&r!
Chapter 1 Jackie and That Kid
Jackie sat in the corner, and listened to the sound of Queens. She was with her mother this weekend, and her father was 'working' a shift out in Manhatten. Problem is, she knew what her father was doing, and she's witnessed it first hand.
Her father was a crime boss working in the Maffia. His job was to see what the Barelli family did, and who they 'worked' with. Jackie didn't like that they hurt people, but she couldn't do one single thing to stop the mob. And she would end up like them some day, if her father died and she stayed in town. The problem was the fact that she had no other siblings to take over, and she would have the burden of picking the person next in line.
She got up and walked over to her mirror, and looked at her sapphire eyes. She wasn't good with words, only good with her hands. She couldn't stand up to her own father, and she knew he would dominate her life. He would tell her what she was going to do, and she knew she couldn't get away. So that night, she built up the confidence, and grabbed her six inch pocket knife.
She climbed out the second story window and jumped to the bushes below, and ran down the street to the bus stop. Then she realized she had no money. So she started running, and ran as far as she could, leaving Queens where her mothers house was, and taking off to the streets of Manhattan.
She was an expert pick-pocketer and so she used that skill to get some cash. She skipped school that day, and spent the day in Manhattan. She knew her friends would know where she was and would come meet her at free lunch to skip the rest of the school day. Their school hardly missed them, and didn't care. Gabby and Monica were her friends and outcasts like her. She bumped into another person about the same age as her, maybe a little younger, and reached into his pocket. He caught her hand and looked into her eyes. His eyes were a clear blue, and he had dark hair.
She then realized she had been caught.