"HOW HAR' IS IT TO FIND MY EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD DAUGHTER!?" The Mafia Leader, referred by his last name Leonardo, yelled at everyone in the house as they scattered to look for Sol, Leonardo's oldest daughter. "Is Tiny wit' her at least'a?" he sighed, his daughter simply couldn't stay put. She is as stubborn as a mule, and rebellious as the world's worst child, she might as well be considered the world's worst child. One of the family members ran crying after her tiger, Fang, bit him playfully and now he was loose to roam around the house. "Fang! No more biting my familia capishe?!" Leonardo scolded the tiger as the tiger roared in complaint. "No! I am not going back until I don't have this feeling anymore!" Sol yelled at her bodyguard. She continued to swing on her own in the playground with all the other little kids running around and tagging each other. Tiny, her bodyguard, was leaning against the pole that connected this whole swing contraption.

{Long, I know. Hope you don't mind. D:}

Why did her favorite store have to be here, in the ghetto? It was so hard for her to feel comfortable when she was walking alone.

"Get her!"

"Hahaha! You can't get me!"

A young woman tossed her head behind her, her light brown curls turning with her. No one was behind her. Her tense shoulders relaxed when she realized it was only the playground across the street. No one was going to attack her. She glanced back ahead, and made her way down the alley. She opened a very discreet-looking door, and sighed blissfully.

"Ah! Harlese! You're back!"

She was home safe. Now, within the safety of the store, Harlese, Harly for short, slammed her bag onto the glass counter. "You know, Pierre, you need to move your store. I'll pay for the moving, the new place, everything, just get out of this alley, please!" The man laughed, and shook his bald head.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, no can do. Too many people rely on this place for good quality knock-offs. Including you," the man pulled out a very expensive-looking bag. Harly's eyes lit up instantly, and reached out for it.

"Oh my God, is that Coach?"

"It sure is, sweetheart. Can you tell the difference?" Pierre held the bag right out of the Asian's grasp.

Harly pouted, and leaned against the blockade when she saw she couldn't reach the lovely bag. "Aww, c'mon, Pierre, your work is flawless, you know that. How much do you want?"

The paused, and thought about it. Considering the bag, and the cilent... "$150."

"Deal. Thank you, honey, you're a star," Harly came around the counter, and kissed the old man on the cheek, grabbing the bag as she did it. Pulling out an equally expensive-looking wallet, two light brown eyes searched for a hundred and a fifty dollar bill. Once she both, she handed the money to him without any regret. Pierre took the money, and handed her a black trash bag.

"All right, I'll see you next time, Hars. Be sure to come back on the fifth! I'll have a new shipment of Gucchi sunglasses!"

Harly nodded, smiling. "All right. Thank you, Pierre!" She walked back out the door, shoving her new bag into the black plastic. She giggled to herself, walking down the alley.

Nothing beats a new knock-off purse.

Miyuki changed into her sports bra and some sweats,putting her hair in a ponytail she looked in the mirror. As always she was beautiful and slim. Looking out the window she could have saw the whole city. Her mother made her live on the 50th floor in this building but she loved this floor,Miyuki would run down the stairs for a warm up. She went out the door, running down the stairs made her body build up. There is a elevator in this building but it was just annoying on that thing.
Finally, she was at the last flight of stairs. She stood there huffed and ran again...

"An' what feelin would dat be, Maria?" Tiny said as he leaned on the pole, surveying the playground, the surrounding buildings, and everyone who walked into view. He was tired of always having the same argument with Sol, who he preferred to call Maria, even though he knew it irritated her. It was his own way of getting back at her for behaving the way she did.

Across the street, he saw an Asian girl walking towards Pierre's shop. She stopped and looked around, seemingly a little frightened. "Yeah, you should be scared..." he said to himself. Unfortunately he couldn't do anything about it, since he had to stay here and watch this problem child. Besides, he couldn't tell who exactly it was from this distance, knowing that some of the Yakuza's family would sneak down here to get the knock-off goods Pierre sold.

His back started to hurt from leaning on the pole so Tiny stood straight up, stretched, and turned back towards Maria. Waiting for her to do her normal thing when he started actually watching her.

Sol glared at Tiny, "Where I feel like I lost someone important to me, someone like my mother, someone who I feel a blood thirsty connection too."She always liked to describe things in a gore-like sentiment, it was simply how she was. Only minutes afterwords, she felt an ominous air pass her, as if she was visited by someone. She looked around the playground and then just looked down, a bit disappointed when she couldn't feel the ominous air no more. She stopped swinging, her mood changed from anger to mournful. She stood up and started walking out of the playground, Tiny following her as she looked at her watch. "I want to go to school today," she said, almost noon with only three hours left. She seemed as though her self esteem died in a car accident and after it was dead it got run over. She started singing a song to herself as she got into a black BMW that her father bought father bought for her to travel in. The song was in a different language that she knew as Latin. It was the only song she knew the English lyrics to and the only song she remember came out of her mother's mouth.

"You can no longer reach me...for I have gone away..." That was how the song ended.

Miyuki ran out the door,she was gonna skip school today wasn't she. "I think I would like to go shopping today I might invite Harly to go with me" she mumbled. Digging in her pocket she finally touched her phone pulling it out she dialed Harly's number. Call she pressed the dial tone came "Would she pick up faster,Gosh...!"

"Sorry the person you are dialing now is unavailable please leave a message after the beep......

Beep "Harly I plan on going shopping today uptown you wanna come....Yeah and I'm sure you know who this is...."
"I'll see you in the cafe near your estate if you wanna go..."

"Dat be a first," Tiny said in his fake mafia voice. Everyone knew it was fake and that he had no accent whatsoever. If it wasn't for him being such a good bodyguard, he probably would have been offed by now. Even Tiny hated the fake voice he used, but it somehow made him feel more apart of his surroundings.

As Tiny got into the Beamer, he could hear Maria singing something to herself, though the words she used were a mystery to him. She always was a strange kid, but either she had learned a language he couldn't recognize, or she invented the language, sort of how babies speak gibberish.

He loved this car, even though he only got to be in it for little bits at a time. He had secretly gone to a professional car driving school for years now, honing his skills, ready for the day he needed to race around the streets of LA in pursuit or to escape. But he never got his chance so far, so he kept the secret quiet, not even letting his best friend Joe know.

"Uptown Tiny... I want to know if my favorites have a new book yet..." Sol said, leaning back against the car and still feeling a depressed feeling. By favorites she meant the books, she always preferred the series better than anything else. Her phone started ringing as Sol took out her phone and picked it up, "Que pasa?" "PORQUE NO ME HABLAS? SOY COMO UNA...AH NO SE PERO ADONDE ESTAS?" her father yelled in spanish through the phone. "I'm going shopping," she told him. "Andale nina mia...vaya pues, no llegas muy tarde eh? Tienes escuela manana!" her father hung up after that. Sol just watched the streets and people pass by. She seemed bored but she was actually very pensive right now. "Is there someone I should know Tiny?" she asked, always asking this question once throughout the day every day.