Title: The Mayor's Daughter

Author: Leah (swingin_newsy@yahoo.com, newsies_cheesecake@yahoo.com)

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I own no one in this with he exception of Samantha, Anna, Anne, The Mayor, Dice, Mouse, Doll, Benji, Cap, the King Brothers and her cousin, aunt and uncle. Everyone else belongs to Disney. So ha! now you can't sue me! I own this plot and I claim rights to this story! Any MST must be sent to me so I can read it. I could always use a laugh!
Wait! Dice technically belongs to my best friend, Tuck!

Summary: Samantha Marie Palmer is tormented by dreams of past events. Then, she is forced to marry a man more evil then words. She isn't aloud to hang out with her friends, either. When she runs away, can a certain Brooklynite help? (fluffy)

Prologue

Samantha Marie Palmer was a beauty, as her mother was, from the day she was born. Not gorgeous, but certainly one to look at. She was born the spitting image of her mother. Chocolate brown eyes, light brown-red-tinted hair, and small. She only reached 5'2" as her ultimate height.

Samantha grew up with the best of the best. Her mother had inherited a million dollars from her rich grandmother just months before she was born. Samantha stayed a very happy child until she turned six, when her life changed forever.

Flashback

It was early in the afternoon. Only 9o'clock. The boat containing Mr. Williamson and Samantha's father departed from the docks, swiftly leaving Mr. Williamson's large Estate on the riverside.

Mrs. Anna Marie Palmer was waving energetically after her husband, holding her broken necklace with her waving hand, until it fell out of her hand, and into the water. She leant over to get it, and overbalanced.

She fell into the water and drowned.

End Flashback

Years later, she ever so slightly recovered, but still had the horrible nightmare that had haunted her since the day her mother died, and an excessive fear of water.

One day, she was out picking corn as the man she knew to be her father rolled up in his carriage. He stepped out and looked at Samantha in her dirty dress with her pulled up messy hair. She looked slightly un-nerved, owing to livestock not far away.

"Samantha," he said, recognizing her as his daughter. "I've missed you."

"Hello, father," she replied. "It's nice to see you. Won't you come in?"

Hours later, she was ready to travel back to New York, where her life would start again, starting with her meeting Ms. Medda Larkson, her mother's old best friend, from back when she herself was a small child. That was her primary reason for even wanting to go.

At her fourth show, she was unaccompanied for the last 20 minutes, on account of her father having to leave for "official business" with his new girlfriend, whom he was to marry in a month's time. She had always felt a strong resentment toward Anne, especially since she had a very similar name to her real mother. She was spacing out, thinking a lot about the city, and picking out it's finer points when she heard a distinct New York accent.

"Hey! I know you!" a dirty Italian looking boy said. "You da Mayah's Daughtah!"

"Yes, I am. And you are?" she said, holding her hand out, as she was taught from an early age by her aunt and uncle.

"I'm Racetrack Higgins," he said, shaking her hand. "I nevah met a goil dat was so important before. What you doin' heah?"

"She's a family friend," Sam said, looking at Medda.

"Are all of the Mayah's daughtah's as nice as you?" Racetrack asked. She was amazed that he was nice. Her father had always told her not to associate with people of "his type" as he put it. She had felt glad to meet one so nice, mainly because she knew it must've driven her father crazy.

"No. They're prissy from their rich parents' background. They think too much of themselves."

"Why don't you?" Race asked.

"I was raised on a farm with some of my worst fears. Livestock," she said. Then they both chuckled a bit, and from then on they were friends. Afterwards, she seemed to be running into his friends constantly. During her lifetime, she only met one who never liked her.

~*~

"You must marry him when you come of age," her new stepmother said.

"I do not want to marry Robert King. I have heard of his wickedness!" Samantha said. "I do not need to be a victim of it!" Samantha was appalled it was even suggested she do so. 'Now I have no choice but to do it,' she thought. She'd felt as if she could've killed someone. Or a chicken.

"You will marry him, or you will no longer be permitted to associate with those friends of yours!" her father shouted, getting slightly red faced.

"I wouldn't be able to associate with them if I agreed to marry that thing you call a man!" Samantha stormed out of her house and into her backyard. She climbed the fence and ran as fast as she could, without ever looking back.

She made one mistake. She let Jonathan and Robert see her as she ran by, without knowing it was them. That's where it all started.