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It's a cold, harsh world. Lucinda Charlotte Harper knows that well. She grew up in the rough parts of Detroit. She didn't know who her father was, but she knew her mother. Her mother was a prostitute that was just trying to get by. That is how Miss Lucinda Charlotte Harper came to be. When Lucinda came into the world, it was already a dark place and that was how she liked it. Dark and rough. This was life. People screwed each other over all the time and no one could be trusted. Not even your family. Luce learned that the hard way, though. As a child she had thought no matter what she had her mother, but even she wouldn't protect her daughter.

At the ripe young age of eleven, Luce lost her ears and tail. Her mother liked to keep her customers around as long as possible. They were more like sugar daddies than anything else. They'd buy her mother jewelry and things of that nature, dote on her, pay the bills for a few months and be on their way. When they left her mom would pawn all the things they'd bought for her to keep them afloat. One of these men wasn't happy with the mother alone, however. He was more interested in Luce. One night after sending her mother out with her friends, he'd stayed to "watch" Lucinda. What happened after that doesn't really have to be left to the imagination. When her mother came home later to find the young girl's ears and tail missing she had explained to her mother. But her mother took the man's side, who lied and told her that little lucy had been running the streets all night long and that he'd finally found her shacked up in some boy's house. He demanded that Luce be thrown out on the street, because he was not going to live with "whores". He sure would sleep with one, tho.

Her mother was furious and kicked her out on the streets. Luce was at a loss. Her only safe place was gone. And over some putrid man who was on a "business trip", lying to his wife. Did he do this to his own children? Did he have children? She didn't care. She took to the streets. She was homeless for months, living on the streets. About half a year later, a man approached her and brought her into a prostitution ring. He cleaned her up, dyed her hair, fed her, and gave her somewhere to sleep and plenty of people to sleep with. She loved the money. He always said his favorite thing about her was that she never complained. "Keep paying the way you do and I never will." She would always retort with her crooked smile.

The older she got, the more opportunities she saw. A few years later she had gotten a fake ID and along with her work as a prostitute she was working in a strip club. After a while, word got around to her mother. One night when the young girl finished her shift, she walked out and saw her mother. She looked so... sickly and frail. The once fulumptuous woman was now no more than skin and bones. Tears ran down her mother's face as she looked at her with her sunken eyes. "Lucy. You don't have to do this. Come home. Please.. I've been looking for you. You don't have to live like this." Lucy had simply reached into her purse and pulled out a fake ID. "I don't know who you are. The names Roxy," before turning to leave. Her mother grabbed her wrist, but she'd jerk her arm away from her and continue to walk away before getting into a friend's car. She didn't look back.

It wasn't much longer before one of her mom's closest friends showed up at the strip club with horrible news. Lucy was now thirteen years old, despite not looking it. Her mother had passed away. The woman wanted her to come home for the funeral. Luce decided she could do that much. It wasn't that she cared, she wanted to watch the woman be buried. Deep in the ground, where she belonged.

The funeral didn't end up being what she expected, however. Her mother's friend had known who Luce's father was, even though she didn't know herself. She had called him. Luce was being forced to leave Detroit and go to live with him in the city of New York. He was a CEO there to his very own business. He had never known that he had a daughter. Luce didn't care, however. She didn't plan on changing her ways. When she got to New York, she acted the same way. Always staying out late and going to parties, skipping school, running away, and just getting into whatever trouble and mischief she could.

That is when her father decided to put in end to it. He was not her push-over co-dependent mother. He had gotten a letter int he mail from blackwood academy offering Luce a full-paid scholarship. A boarding school. He thought it would be good for her. It was in a small town, where he thought she wouldn't be able to get into a lot of trouble and be forced to focus on her studies. She would learn to be a proper heir, according to him.

So she was sent away to blackwood academy. She didn't know how much of a blast she would have their her first year. She threw party after party, cut curfews, and over all just had a great time. This was the life. No "hey, i've been gone for thirteen years, but you have to listen to me," father. No stupid, whore mother. No bills to pay. Just plenty of fun to be had. They had explained to her that she was a sacrifice, though she didn't see that as anything new. All she'd done was sacrifice her whole life, so what was the big deal? Whatever. She knew it wasn't exactly the same, but it might as well be. By the end of her first year they still hadn't located her partner or been able to tell her what her 'true name' was.

Now, here she was, her second year at blackwood academy. Still causing problems and getting into whatever trouble she could and disappointing her father because she refused to be daddy's well-behaved little princess. Why do that when she could enjoy the new year while throwing back a bottle of champagne and screaming "Cheers!" at the top of her lungs.

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