An Irish Rose in New York
By Sorrow McLennan
Chapter One
The sun shined through the stain glass windows of the church, dancing rays of colors moved about on the floor. The little girl sat between her "brothers" on the front pew. She glanced up at the front of the church catching a glimpse of the caskets behind the priest. The vision made her shudder.
She had only been in this country for two years and she had already lost her new parents. She was holding on to the corner of one of the boys' blazers. She slowly looked up at him. "Oscar?" She whispered.
He glared down at her slightly. "Shuddup." he hissed and gestured to the service. "you're being disrespectful." Her bottom lip trembled. She hadn't meant to be disrespectful, it was just that this was her first funeral and she was very scared.
Maybe if the boys' father hadn't been offered the job in Michigan and the family had stayed in New York they wouldn't be doing this right now. She silently blamed herself for the accident although she had absolutely no control over it. It's just everyone she loved always ended up dying violent deaths.
She looked up feeling a tug on her dress. The music had started again and they were carrying the caskets out. She gulped and followed her brothers behind the line. She stared at the floor as they walked. They walked down the steps of the church, down to the cemetery stopping near to open graves.
She begin to tremble. She didn't want to be here, she didn't think she could handle watching them being lowered into the ground and dirt being tossed onto the coffins. It would be a realization that they were actually gone, and they wouldn't be around anymore.
Light raindrops began to fall, landing on the top of her head. She slowly looked up at the sky. She could feel tears falling down her cheek. She quickly looked back down at the ground, playing a little bit with her hands. She sighed and lifted her eyes back up.
The service seemed to take forever, she felt a hand on her shoulder and looked back seeing the man she had just met hours before. He had been the family's attorney for years and had arranged for her "Adoption" back in New York. He smiled weakly at her. She looked back at him and tried to smile back but ended up crying even more.
Everything else was a blur to her, she came back to reality when she heard someone say her name. She looked up. "C'mon, Evelyn." Oscar whispered taking her hand.
"It's time ta go home." She nodded and sighed. Home. Home was where the furniture had already began to be covered, their belongings being packed away. She didn't want to go there.
They walked towards a horse drawn carriage. The older boy picked her up and tossed her in. A woman walking by them shook her head. "Morris, don't go carelessly throwing her in there." He rolled his eyes and shook his head.
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Evelyn paced back and forth in front of the office door. She sighed and looked over at the boys who were playing cards in the corner of the room. She closed her eyes and kept pacing.
They had been told they weren't old enough to hear the reading of the will. She had tried to protest that it was involving them so they had the right to hear it but no one would listen to a nine year old, let alone a nine year old girl.
Oscar looked over at her. "Sit down." He said. "You're making me more noivous den I already am." He sighed. Morris looked up and smirked. The smirk quickly vanished as the door opened. People filed out of the office. The lawyer Mr. Vernon stepped out as well. He gestured to the children.
"C'mon into my office." He said softly. Oscar and Morris exchanged glances and quickly stood up walking over. Evelyn stood for a minute, she didn't know if they meant her or just the real kids. She felt even more out of place here than she did at the funeral. "You too, Evelyn."
She looked up at him. His hand was on her shoulder, he smiled down at her. The smile made her feel a little more at ease but the discomfort was still there. She followed behind the boys into the office as Mr. Vernon closed the front door.
"Have a seat." He pointed to some chairs in front of his desk. Evelyn chose to sit in the back, to be a little out of the way, she thought. They didn't need her to interefere with family business.
Once the children were seated, Mr. Vernon took a seat behind the desk and cleared his throat. Evelyn stared at the floor as he spoke. She didn't hear the first part of what he said but quickly looked up when he spoke of where they were going.
"And in ordinance to your mother and fathers last wishes, in a weeks time the three of you will be shipped to your uncle in New York City, Manhattan to be exact."
Evelyn stared at him. Why had he said three? She wasn't exactly part of the family. Her thoughts were obviously shared with Morris who spoke up. "Evelyn too?! Why do we hafta have her with us?"
Oscar shook his head. "Shut up ya moron." He mumbled.
Mr. Vernon let out a loud sigh. "It's all in the will. Your parents requested it." He knew trying to explain anything to this boy was like trying to get a waterfall to run up instead of down.
Morris scowled and folded his arms. He stared at the desk in front of him grumbling under his breath about something. Mr. Vernon continued to talk but Evelyn couldn't hear a thing.
By Sorrow McLennan
Chapter One
The sun shined through the stain glass windows of the church, dancing rays of colors moved about on the floor. The little girl sat between her "brothers" on the front pew. She glanced up at the front of the church catching a glimpse of the caskets behind the priest. The vision made her shudder.
She had only been in this country for two years and she had already lost her new parents. She was holding on to the corner of one of the boys' blazers. She slowly looked up at him. "Oscar?" She whispered.
He glared down at her slightly. "Shuddup." he hissed and gestured to the service. "you're being disrespectful." Her bottom lip trembled. She hadn't meant to be disrespectful, it was just that this was her first funeral and she was very scared.
Maybe if the boys' father hadn't been offered the job in Michigan and the family had stayed in New York they wouldn't be doing this right now. She silently blamed herself for the accident although she had absolutely no control over it. It's just everyone she loved always ended up dying violent deaths.
She looked up feeling a tug on her dress. The music had started again and they were carrying the caskets out. She gulped and followed her brothers behind the line. She stared at the floor as they walked. They walked down the steps of the church, down to the cemetery stopping near to open graves.
She begin to tremble. She didn't want to be here, she didn't think she could handle watching them being lowered into the ground and dirt being tossed onto the coffins. It would be a realization that they were actually gone, and they wouldn't be around anymore.
Light raindrops began to fall, landing on the top of her head. She slowly looked up at the sky. She could feel tears falling down her cheek. She quickly looked back down at the ground, playing a little bit with her hands. She sighed and lifted her eyes back up.
The service seemed to take forever, she felt a hand on her shoulder and looked back seeing the man she had just met hours before. He had been the family's attorney for years and had arranged for her "Adoption" back in New York. He smiled weakly at her. She looked back at him and tried to smile back but ended up crying even more.
Everything else was a blur to her, she came back to reality when she heard someone say her name. She looked up. "C'mon, Evelyn." Oscar whispered taking her hand.
"It's time ta go home." She nodded and sighed. Home. Home was where the furniture had already began to be covered, their belongings being packed away. She didn't want to go there.
They walked towards a horse drawn carriage. The older boy picked her up and tossed her in. A woman walking by them shook her head. "Morris, don't go carelessly throwing her in there." He rolled his eyes and shook his head.
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Evelyn paced back and forth in front of the office door. She sighed and looked over at the boys who were playing cards in the corner of the room. She closed her eyes and kept pacing.
They had been told they weren't old enough to hear the reading of the will. She had tried to protest that it was involving them so they had the right to hear it but no one would listen to a nine year old, let alone a nine year old girl.
Oscar looked over at her. "Sit down." He said. "You're making me more noivous den I already am." He sighed. Morris looked up and smirked. The smirk quickly vanished as the door opened. People filed out of the office. The lawyer Mr. Vernon stepped out as well. He gestured to the children.
"C'mon into my office." He said softly. Oscar and Morris exchanged glances and quickly stood up walking over. Evelyn stood for a minute, she didn't know if they meant her or just the real kids. She felt even more out of place here than she did at the funeral. "You too, Evelyn."
She looked up at him. His hand was on her shoulder, he smiled down at her. The smile made her feel a little more at ease but the discomfort was still there. She followed behind the boys into the office as Mr. Vernon closed the front door.
"Have a seat." He pointed to some chairs in front of his desk. Evelyn chose to sit in the back, to be a little out of the way, she thought. They didn't need her to interefere with family business.
Once the children were seated, Mr. Vernon took a seat behind the desk and cleared his throat. Evelyn stared at the floor as he spoke. She didn't hear the first part of what he said but quickly looked up when he spoke of where they were going.
"And in ordinance to your mother and fathers last wishes, in a weeks time the three of you will be shipped to your uncle in New York City, Manhattan to be exact."
Evelyn stared at him. Why had he said three? She wasn't exactly part of the family. Her thoughts were obviously shared with Morris who spoke up. "Evelyn too?! Why do we hafta have her with us?"
Oscar shook his head. "Shut up ya moron." He mumbled.
Mr. Vernon let out a loud sigh. "It's all in the will. Your parents requested it." He knew trying to explain anything to this boy was like trying to get a waterfall to run up instead of down.
Morris scowled and folded his arms. He stared at the desk in front of him grumbling under his breath about something. Mr. Vernon continued to talk but Evelyn couldn't hear a thing.