Prologue
Walking into Tibbys a girl about 15 groaned and rolled her eyes. She hated this job but it was way better then being a newsie or at least that's what she said. It paid the bills and let her live in her own apartment. It was hard living by herself but she didn't want to be in an orphanage. Her parents died of the fever a few months ago but they had enough saved to let her find an apartment of her own. She walked to the back of the restaurant and got her order pad and pen and then she went on her way to start the day as she always did. With morning customers who demanded breakfast.
