*Author's Notes*
1. This is a story congruent with "In with the New," but it's not a sequel, so if you
decide to read it, you shouldn't be too lost if you haven't read the other.
2. I had to change one little detail regarding Emily's age. In "In with the New"
she was 17 and Jack was 18, making them one year apart. I changed it to be that
she was 16 and Jack 18, and I'm assuming Jack and Spot are the same age.
3. I promise this will get more interesting, the first chapter is just setting up
for everything else.
4. None of these character's are mine except Emily/Little Bit, and later on,
Kane. All of the others belong to whoever Disney has decided owns them.
I guess it all started when I was born. My mother and father were
poor, so they really couldn't take care of me. I don't blame them for putting
me in the orphanage. And it's not like they didn't visit, cause they did--for a
while. Then things changed. My mother got pregnant again, two years later.
It's funny, she was almost ready to take me back home, well that's what
they tell me anyway. I was only two. I remember she started to get a little bit
rounder, if you can believe that. I can actually remember that far back. Any-
way, she had the kid a few months later. I was only two. She couldn't take
me back now, cause she had another kid to support. My father died right before
my sister was born--fever. He was always getting sick.
So my mom brought Emily (that's the kid's name) to visit for a while,
until I was about five. Then she stopped coming. I found out from one of the 'nicer'
nuns that Emily was asking about me too much for my mother's liking. My mother
thought I'd grow up to be a criminal. I don't really know why, I only stole
an extra peice of bread for supper once. Well she didn't want my sister to have
that kind of brother around her.
Well, I knew where they lived, so I use to walk by the house every once
and a while, to see how Emily was doing. She was having the time of her life.
She had completely forgotten about me by her fourth birthday. I didn't mind,
since I liked to see her happy.
I ran away from the orphanage when I was ten. This real jerk of a guy,
Jack, he had just run away too, from the refuge. No one wants to be at the
Refuge, and no one wants to be at the orphanage, so we stuck together, and
watched each other's backs.
Well, when I was eleven, a year after my escape, I was walking down
in Central Park, selling papes (this was before my glorious Brooklyn days).
I ran into her. No, I mean I actually ran into her, as in our shoulders
collided and we fell.
I helped her up. She smiled that smile, and brushed back her corn-
colored hair. She was definately my mother's daughter.
1. This is a story congruent with "In with the New," but it's not a sequel, so if you
decide to read it, you shouldn't be too lost if you haven't read the other.
2. I had to change one little detail regarding Emily's age. In "In with the New"
she was 17 and Jack was 18, making them one year apart. I changed it to be that
she was 16 and Jack 18, and I'm assuming Jack and Spot are the same age.
3. I promise this will get more interesting, the first chapter is just setting up
for everything else.
4. None of these character's are mine except Emily/Little Bit, and later on,
Kane. All of the others belong to whoever Disney has decided owns them.
I guess it all started when I was born. My mother and father were
poor, so they really couldn't take care of me. I don't blame them for putting
me in the orphanage. And it's not like they didn't visit, cause they did--for a
while. Then things changed. My mother got pregnant again, two years later.
It's funny, she was almost ready to take me back home, well that's what
they tell me anyway. I was only two. I remember she started to get a little bit
rounder, if you can believe that. I can actually remember that far back. Any-
way, she had the kid a few months later. I was only two. She couldn't take
me back now, cause she had another kid to support. My father died right before
my sister was born--fever. He was always getting sick.
So my mom brought Emily (that's the kid's name) to visit for a while,
until I was about five. Then she stopped coming. I found out from one of the 'nicer'
nuns that Emily was asking about me too much for my mother's liking. My mother
thought I'd grow up to be a criminal. I don't really know why, I only stole
an extra peice of bread for supper once. Well she didn't want my sister to have
that kind of brother around her.
Well, I knew where they lived, so I use to walk by the house every once
and a while, to see how Emily was doing. She was having the time of her life.
She had completely forgotten about me by her fourth birthday. I didn't mind,
since I liked to see her happy.
I ran away from the orphanage when I was ten. This real jerk of a guy,
Jack, he had just run away too, from the refuge. No one wants to be at the
Refuge, and no one wants to be at the orphanage, so we stuck together, and
watched each other's backs.
Well, when I was eleven, a year after my escape, I was walking down
in Central Park, selling papes (this was before my glorious Brooklyn days).
I ran into her. No, I mean I actually ran into her, as in our shoulders
collided and we fell.
I helped her up. She smiled that smile, and brushed back her corn-
colored hair. She was definately my mother's daughter.