A/N: Hello guys, my name is Scratch Conlon. This story is in the process of being fully rewritten and re edited. In parentheses at the end of my author notes will be an * like so: (*) this is how you will know if it is the most updated version of the chapter. Have a happy read! (*)

-Scratch

Prologue:

My life, here, started with one paper everyday. Not seemingly exciting, and yet, it was. Just not to those who don't care to dig deep enough. I was once a person who didn't care. Looking back on that part of my young life still pains me. How I could ever have fit in there, I'm not sure.

My life started with a paper, that's not exactly true, but the better part of my life did. My name then was Elizabeth Noel Anne-Sandra Bellvard. Quite exquisite, no? It was an extremely hard time introducing myself. I enjoyed it then.

Bellvard was high money. I was by far one of the richest young ladies on the planet, and at only 16 too. My life plan was written for me. Grow up in the largest mansion money could buy, right off the Brooklyn Bridge in New York. Learn fine arts, like poetry, and painting, Marry at a young age. 17 or 18 most likely. My husband would be some rich heir to a fortune. Then I would bear his children and be rich and happy. I would attend Galas and Balls for the Queen of England, and travel the world, living from place to place just because I could. Or so we all thought.

I had originally lived in England. But my mother, being the infamously greedy woman that she was, decided that moving to America would be best for all of us. My father, no doubt whole heartedly agreed. They both said there was more money in New York, which meant more money that could be made. So we picked up and left for New York. I was only 11 at the time. That was the second best thing that had ever happened to me, for it led me to the very best thing that has ever happened to me: Spot Conlon and the Newsies of New York.