First of all I just want to say thanks to all of you how liked and reviewed my other story. I had intended to make a sequel and some of you may have seen my failed attempts at one and I have deleted them all. With Spot dead and the Delancys in jail its too hard to continue. So here is my compensation for having no sequel, by celebrating with another SpotXOC fic. Enjoy!
The train sped by the beautiful, scenic, view. I looked out the window and saw all my familiar surroundings pass by. Or rather I was passing by them. It had finally hit me, everything that had happened in the past month. It was strange to think back on it all and realize it had actually happened. You see I had been spending most of my time leading up to this trip trying to make sure it wasn't all in my head. I played it all back in my mind one last time.
In the past month, I had turned 15, my mother had died from TB, and I had found out I had a brother. Also that he was my last living relation and if I didn't find him I would be sent to the refuge…That is, if they could catch me. Even if it did turn out that I couldn't find him, I would just have to make it on my own in New York.
Moving from Tennessee to New York should have been the scariest moment of my life but in reality, it was the most peaceful. It was really an exciting concept and should have made me feel extremely anxious. I guess there was always a slight knot in my stomach but I didn't pay much attention to it. I was just enjoying the train ride. I felt a smile start to spread across my face as I thought about finally meeting my brother.
When I was four, my father walked out on my mother and without him my mother couldn't afford two kids. So she sent my brother (who's name I had learned was Peter) away to an orphanage. He was, after all, a year older than me. And it was also a fact that my mother had wanted a daughter more than a son. It was part desperation and part selfishness that put Peter in the refuge.
How did I find all this out you ask? Well it was actually I dear friend of my mother's who told me after I had found a letter in a drawer in my mother's room. Mr. Gandel had not only been a friend of my mothers and mine, but had also helped my mother get out of debt when my father left. Which would explain why he knew about my brother.
So that would be how I got here, on a train, on my way to Manhattan, New York, to find my brother who I haven't seen in eleven years and who I didn't even know existed until a few weeks ago. All I knew about him was that he worked as a newsie in Manhattan and that if I found the Lodging House, I might find him.
The train lurched to a stop and the nervousness I hadn't felt yet and the questions that had been surpressed on my journey where now made painfully aware. I got off the train found my suitcase, took a deep breath and started on my way.