Back in the day…before their lives were crazy and mixed up as adults…all the passengers of Flight 815 Oceanic attended the same first grade class…and this is how they lived their lives…

ANA LUCIA

"Papi, can I flip the pizza, please Papi, please!" The little 6 year old Ana pleads in a heavy accent. She and her family live in a nice little authentic Italian Pizza Hut, making pizzas as their living.

"No Ana Lucia, you mustn't." And with that her father pulled out a gun and shot down everyone in the store, and accidentally shot himself. In the hand. "Ahhhhh! Paramedics! Police! Save me! A maniac is in here shooting down the customers and me!"

Obviously Ana Lucia's dad was not right in the head.

"Papi! You killed these people! You're going down!" Ana Lucia was a very threatening six year old, and her father was very afraid.

The only two living people left in the Pizza Hut, Ana and her father, heard police sirens blaring loudly in the parking lot, overwhelming the area. "Oh-a no! The fuzz!" Papi exclaimed in his intense accent.

Around ten officers came out, and surrounded the place. "Mr. Cortez, come out with your hands in the air. This is the police!"

Ana's dad already had his hands in the air, after completing multiple cartwheels. He noted that. "Oh, how convenient. They are already up it the air." He walked up to the door, meaning to give himself over to the cops, but couldn't get out. It was a pull door. "Oh no!" He cried ramming himself against the door repeatedly. "I can't get out!"

Ana Lucia sighed. "I'll get it for you Papi," she said, and she walked over and opened the door for him.

"Thank you, Ana! What a wonderful daughter to have!" Papi leaned over to give Ana a hug but couldn't manage it without lowering his hands. He smiled instead, and gave her the two kisses in the air, like the French.

Ana's dad looked out. "Oh, hello honey!"

Ana sighed. Ana's mother always arresting Papi was getting old. "Hello, Ma."

"Hello, sweetie!" Ana's mother answered, and waved to Papi. "What did your father do this time?"

"Oh, just accidentally shot himself in the hand and 12 other people."

"Hmm, that's not too good." Ana's mother sighed. "Darling, I'm afraid I'm going to have to place you under arrest again. Let me read you your rights…"

"Momma, excuse me, but who's going to take me to school?" Ana was always late to school because her father wouldn't stop committing crimes.

"Oh, honey, take the bus or something, hmm? I'm trying to work right now." That was the start of Ana Lucia and her mother's bad relationship.

'Oh great. Another day beating up those creeps on the bus. It's a good thing Eko lent me his Jesus Stick, it's getting the job done quicker,' Ana thought. She started to walk to the bus stop.

"Wait a minute Ana! You forgot your lunch!" Ana's mother cried out and brought it over to her. "Spaghetti and meatballs, your favorite. Have a good day at school!"

"I hate spaghetti," Ana mumbled, and walked over to catch the bus.

Because of her father's numerous arrests, and those weirdos on the bus, Ana Lucia became a cop, so that one day she too could have the ability to arrest her husband, just like her mother. Deep down, Ana was a momma's girl. She also lost her heavy accent to the lack of Italian in her, she didn't like spaghetti.