1960, Belmont

You were known as the Lucky child of the neighborhood, your dad was sonny lospeechio, a feared mobster but your mom hid you away from him for about 5 years till she had a kid when you were 4 and she couldnt care for 2 so she left you with sonny, you practically inherited his personality but you had the looks from your mom. Now your 9 and a smartass, you'd back talk to ANYONE if they said something you didnt want to hear and they couldnt do shit about it so people kept quiet, sure you got discipline but it was like you were a teenager inside of a childs body《》You were walking around the town with a new kid around the block, she was named beatrice, and since it was now summer you wanted to walk around or something- besides, it was pretty cool out and you got sonny convinced to let you wear a pinafore, the dress you loved alot. You and beatrice were taking pictures of eachother with a polaroid camera you brought along and you both were going to buy some candy at the shop near at an apartment complex but you accidently bumped into a boy then you stumbled into beatrice "hey- watch where ya' going will you?" you huffed, saying sorry to beatrice before looking at the boy "ill watch where im going if you do!" he sneered then it turned into an entire argument till another boy, who you already knew, Calogero, that was his name, he put his arm inbetween you both, Separating you guys "you never argue with a woman slick" calogero said, he was about the same height as you but he was shorter than slick even if their 9 years old "she bumped into me, it aint my fault!" slick rolled his eyes, glaring at you and calogero "you bumped into me" you retorted back "Bullshit" slick narrowed his eyes before crossing his arms over his chest "dont bullshit my words!" you scoffed and he scoffed, rolling his eyes "ill shit your words if i want to, pretty-face" He mocked, using the nickname that all the boys in the neighborhood used for you and you rolled your eyes "your acting like a child" you scoffed and beatrice couldnt help but laugh at the nickname, not believing youre called pretty face. "pretty face? really- all of the nicknames in the world and thats the best one you can think of?" you scoffed at him with a frown. "I dont need to give you a better nickname, pretty face." He smirked, chuckling lightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. Beatrice stifled her laugh, trying to compose herself but soon she burst out in a laughing fit which caught some attention from others then you and slick both stopped arguing and calogero stopped trying to push you 2 apart and you 3 looked at beatrice, slick lost his smirk and replaced it with a disgusted and judging look, calogero shook his head and you had a judging expression on "what're laughing at?." slick said, you didnt even stop him because- well- you and slick didnt like someone laughing at something while you both are arguing