A/N: This is going to be a sequel to "A Changed World" and takes place seven months later; the children are in America in an orphanage.
Chapter one:
Peter stared out the window at the falling snow.
It wasn't soft and white like Narnian snow or even English snow; no, here in the grimy streets of New York, the snow was gray before it hit the streets. It couldn't be called proper snow - it was more like slush really.
It had been seven months, seven months since their arrest, imprisonment, release, and eventual escape from Europe to America. They were in a orphanage in the middle of New York City. It wasn't exactly a terrible place, they weren't being beaten or starved or overworked and the nuns were kind…it just wasn't home.
The door to the dormitory opened and Edmund and Lucy came in. Lucy had been crying, Peter could tell by her red eyes. Sometimes it was hard to remember they were back to being children again. Peter moved away from the window and went over to his younger siblings.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Edmund bit his lip, "Same thing as before, the older boys won't stop teasing her. I tried to get them to stop, but they just laugh."
Peter pressed his lips in a tight line and then said softly, "Don't cry, Lu. I'll see what I can do," he promised as Susan came in a book under her arm.
"There you all are,Mother Higgins has requested us to come down for lunch,Lucy wash your face" she instructed the younger girl
The four of them went down to the dining hall. The other orphans all stopped eating and stared at them as they sat down.
"I wish they'd quit staring at us," Susan whispered as she stared at her plate.
They still weren't used to American food, by any means.Americans ate strange foods; on their plates were vegetables, some white specks, and what looked like beef.the food was cooked differently in America .In England their mother boiled their dinner in one pot or they had fry-ups,Americans on the other hand broiled and baked their food or at least that's what the cooks at the orphanage did.
"I don't want to be an oddity!" Susan complained as Lucy twisted in her seat and did a very unqueenly thing ,she stuck her tongue out at one of the older orphans who was staring at the four of them rudely.
Peter saw her.
"Lucy!" he scolded.
Edmund snickered and Susan sighed.
"You know what tomorrow is, don't you?" she asked.
"Saturday," Edmund said glumly.
They hated Saturday, for Saturday was Adoption Day. Prospective parents came and observed the orphans. No one wanted to take on the responsibility of four children and they didn't want to be separated again, so no one had won.
If they could make themselves scarce they would, but Mother Higgins wanted all the children downstairs when prospective parents came.
"Maybe we'll get lucky," Peter said, even though deep down inside he knew it would take a miracle for the four of them to be able to stay together.