(AN: First of all, my name is Commander. And I am evil. Ha ha. Sorry, I've been in the Fairly Odd Parents section for awhile and everyone there is on a sugar high, and writes really long authors notes. Sorry. I've had this idea in my head for a long time and thought I'd get it written down before it became clichéd, which always seems to happen to me. And now for the disclaimer: I own nothing except Philip and Amy.
(Philip: The way she said that, I don't even think she owns her own sanity!)
I don't! Anyway, here's chapter one. If anyone has an idea for the title of this story, please let me know!)
Now, some stereotypes are untrue. In fact, lots are. And even the ones that turn out to be true aren't always true.
Unfortunately for the inhabitants of the Wilson Home for Orphans, the stereotype of a grim, grisly orphanage proved to be entirely true. It was on the planet Earth, which by the year 100,000,000 was almost one big city, hardly even separated by the oceans anymore, which were being built over. It was where New York City once was, which had now become the gang-ridden, dirty , most populated place on the city of planet Earth.
It was also dangerous. Construction was going on nearly all the time, and when the children managed to get out from their "You are the types of people that make our society TERRIBLE!" lectures from Miss Wilson herself, they were often putting their own lives at risk. The concrete "backyard", smaller than the orphanage itself and surrounded on three sides by chain-link fences, was often used as a dumping ground for heavy machinery.
A group of girls, who had somehow managed to get dolls, even though Miss Wilson forbade the ownership of toys, were once sitting right where an I-beam was about to be dropped. And, although on the other side of the "yard" and not even looking in that direction, Philip Tuddrussel suddenly pushed the girls out of the way, milliseconds before the beam came crashing down.
He had his reasons, of course. One of the girls there had been his twin sister, Amy Tuddrussel. Philip and Amy sometimes like to take pride in the fact that they were not orphans-at least, as far as they knew-and were thus not the wastes of society that Miss Wilson liked to call them. But ever since their parents divorced when the twins were five, and their mother, who after winning legal custody of her children suddenly decided she didn't want them anymore and dumped them in the orphanage, the only family the twins really had were each other. Their parents hadn't bothered to keep in contact with them.
So of course, ever since Philip and Amy had first come to that terrible place, they had always looked forward to the day when they could, just maybe, get out of there.
***
The secretary peered over her glasses at the young man standing at her desk. "Have you come to register?" she asked him.
"Yes, for both me and my sister," said Philip Tuddrussel, handing over his records. Phony records. For one thing, the records stated that the twins were eighteen, when in fact they were only seventeen. But they had grown tired of waiting.
Philip wasn't the little boy that he once was. He was now tall and lanky, yet still strong looking, with muscular arms and legs. His black hair had an unkempt look to it like it always did, and his black eyes had a spark of intelligence. Philip WAS intelligent. He could hold his own in almost any situation, but he sometimes drifted over to a somewhat silly side, something his sister almost never did.
The secretary flipped through his fake records. "So you're from the Wilson Home for Orphans, hmm?" she said to herself. "You've got the signature from the owner of the place, that's good."
Philip had to stop himself from laughing. Of course Miss Wilson hadn't signed it. She probably wouldn't let them go to any type of college, even if they were of legal age. Philip had forged it-and done a pretty good job of it, too.
"Well, I guess we'll accept you and your sister," said the secretary. "Here's two dorm keys, you can move in tonight."
"Thanks," said Philip, grinning almost insanely since he was finally out of that orphanage, "but it won't be till tomorrow night. I've gotta go get my sister."
"All right, see you tomorrow," said the secretary.
Philip ambled out of the law enforcement college at which he had just enrolled at. When Philip and Amy both realized that they want a job in law enforcement, they decided that the sooner they got out so they could go together, the better. Philip went into a library and went near the back, knowing what would happen in anyone from the orphanage saw him.
Together. Philip and Amy had gone through a lot together, and they had never wanted to be separated. Philip sighed, remembering a few times when someone had wanted to adopt him, or adopt Amy, but the twins insisted that if their twin stayed, they stayed too. He sighed and grabbed a book, attempting to get into it. But he just couldn't seem to concentrate on it. He knew that he couldn't get Amy till late at night, and he'd have to do it carefully. It was hard enough for just him to escape.
***
"Alright, you worthless trash, time for supper! Not that you deserve it!"
Miss Wilson's sharp call snapped Amy out of her nap. Rubbing her eyes open, she stood up and went to the dinning room, feeling her stomach churn. Maybe it was the thought of the cold oatmeal which they would be having, but it was more likely that it was she knew that Miss Wilson would notice that Philip wasn't there. ~I hope he got us into that college,~ she thought as she sat down. ~I don't think I can take much more of this.~
Amy also wasn't a little girl anymore. She was tall and slender, with long, thick black hair that bounced off her shoulders and tumbled onto her back. She, like Philip, had intelligent black eyes, which often looked cold and aloof. Which stood to reason, because the two best words to describe Amy Tuddrussel WERE cold and aloof.
Miss Wilson stared at all the orphans, who were all ages, sit down. She suddenly glared at an empty chair. "Where's Tuddrussel?" she hissed. She turned to Amy. "Where is he?"
Amy fixed her cold stare on Miss Wilson. "I don't know. Am I my brother's keeper?"
Miss Wilson shook with barely contained rage. Grabbing Amy by the ears, she pulled her to her room, slammed the door, and locked it. "No supper for you!" she snapped. "And once I find your brother, both of you will be in soooooo much trouble…"
Amy listened to her footsteps grow fainter as she went back to the dinning room. Sighing, she lay on the bed, muttering, "It's eating that crap that's torture, not being refrained from eating it."
Her thoughts drifted towards her past, like they always did. Amy's brow crinkled as she tried to remember her parents faces, their voices, what their jobs where. Amy did remember that they had the same job, but she couldn't remember what that was.
Suddenly her parent's voices seemed to fill up her thoughts…
"…look at this mess the kids made! Buck, you should've been watching them!"
"Sheila, hello, I was working! YOU'RE the one who started working part time so you could watch them!"
Amy flipped over onto her stomach. "From what I remember about Mom, I'm a lot like her," she said to herself. "And Dad? He was kinda weird… and a lot of fun."
She winced, the few memories of good times with her parents creeping into her thoughts. She could remember a picnic, her mother feeding her applesauce, her father roughhousing with her and Philip…
It was with these thoughts in her head that she fell into a fitful sleep.
***
Amy awoke to a tapping on her window. Rolling out of bed, she saw Philip was there. She quickly opened the window.
"Philip! Did you get us in?" she whispered.
"Yep, now come on while we still can!" he whispered back. Amy crawled out of the window and crouched next to Philip.
"Come on," said Philip, crawling towards the front of the building. "And be quiet. You know what a light sleeper Miss Wilson is."
"Remember when we were thirteen and tried to run away, but she caught us?"
Philip grimaced at Amy. "Remember? We were stuck in the basement for a week after that!"
"No, it was YOU in the basement. I was stuck in the attic."
"Oh, right," said Philip. He quietly climbed over the fence, with Amy following. Once they were over it and on the sidewalk in the front of the orphanage, he whispered to his sister, "We'll walk down that way a block, then start jogging. I've got the keys to our dorm."
"We have a dorm already?" said Amy, with one of her rare smiles. "We'll finally have a decent bed!"
"Maybe we'll actually get decent clothes," said Philip, looking at his grubby white T-shirt and frayed jeans. Amy looked at her frayed jeans and old, button-down shirt.
They were at the end of the block. "Okay, let's run!" said Philip. The twins ran as fast as they could away from what had been their prison for the last twelve years.
(AN: Chapter one is over with! Sorry if it's kinda short. And if you think it's long, sorry that it's kinda long. Again, if you have any ideas for the title of this, please let me know! The only thing I can think of is "The Tuddrussel Twins" and that's boring. Please review. I don't mind constructive criticism. I shall update soon!)
(Philip: The way she said that, I don't even think she owns her own sanity!)
I don't! Anyway, here's chapter one. If anyone has an idea for the title of this story, please let me know!)
Now, some stereotypes are untrue. In fact, lots are. And even the ones that turn out to be true aren't always true.
Unfortunately for the inhabitants of the Wilson Home for Orphans, the stereotype of a grim, grisly orphanage proved to be entirely true. It was on the planet Earth, which by the year 100,000,000 was almost one big city, hardly even separated by the oceans anymore, which were being built over. It was where New York City once was, which had now become the gang-ridden, dirty , most populated place on the city of planet Earth.
It was also dangerous. Construction was going on nearly all the time, and when the children managed to get out from their "You are the types of people that make our society TERRIBLE!" lectures from Miss Wilson herself, they were often putting their own lives at risk. The concrete "backyard", smaller than the orphanage itself and surrounded on three sides by chain-link fences, was often used as a dumping ground for heavy machinery.
A group of girls, who had somehow managed to get dolls, even though Miss Wilson forbade the ownership of toys, were once sitting right where an I-beam was about to be dropped. And, although on the other side of the "yard" and not even looking in that direction, Philip Tuddrussel suddenly pushed the girls out of the way, milliseconds before the beam came crashing down.
He had his reasons, of course. One of the girls there had been his twin sister, Amy Tuddrussel. Philip and Amy sometimes like to take pride in the fact that they were not orphans-at least, as far as they knew-and were thus not the wastes of society that Miss Wilson liked to call them. But ever since their parents divorced when the twins were five, and their mother, who after winning legal custody of her children suddenly decided she didn't want them anymore and dumped them in the orphanage, the only family the twins really had were each other. Their parents hadn't bothered to keep in contact with them.
So of course, ever since Philip and Amy had first come to that terrible place, they had always looked forward to the day when they could, just maybe, get out of there.
***
The secretary peered over her glasses at the young man standing at her desk. "Have you come to register?" she asked him.
"Yes, for both me and my sister," said Philip Tuddrussel, handing over his records. Phony records. For one thing, the records stated that the twins were eighteen, when in fact they were only seventeen. But they had grown tired of waiting.
Philip wasn't the little boy that he once was. He was now tall and lanky, yet still strong looking, with muscular arms and legs. His black hair had an unkempt look to it like it always did, and his black eyes had a spark of intelligence. Philip WAS intelligent. He could hold his own in almost any situation, but he sometimes drifted over to a somewhat silly side, something his sister almost never did.
The secretary flipped through his fake records. "So you're from the Wilson Home for Orphans, hmm?" she said to herself. "You've got the signature from the owner of the place, that's good."
Philip had to stop himself from laughing. Of course Miss Wilson hadn't signed it. She probably wouldn't let them go to any type of college, even if they were of legal age. Philip had forged it-and done a pretty good job of it, too.
"Well, I guess we'll accept you and your sister," said the secretary. "Here's two dorm keys, you can move in tonight."
"Thanks," said Philip, grinning almost insanely since he was finally out of that orphanage, "but it won't be till tomorrow night. I've gotta go get my sister."
"All right, see you tomorrow," said the secretary.
Philip ambled out of the law enforcement college at which he had just enrolled at. When Philip and Amy both realized that they want a job in law enforcement, they decided that the sooner they got out so they could go together, the better. Philip went into a library and went near the back, knowing what would happen in anyone from the orphanage saw him.
Together. Philip and Amy had gone through a lot together, and they had never wanted to be separated. Philip sighed, remembering a few times when someone had wanted to adopt him, or adopt Amy, but the twins insisted that if their twin stayed, they stayed too. He sighed and grabbed a book, attempting to get into it. But he just couldn't seem to concentrate on it. He knew that he couldn't get Amy till late at night, and he'd have to do it carefully. It was hard enough for just him to escape.
***
"Alright, you worthless trash, time for supper! Not that you deserve it!"
Miss Wilson's sharp call snapped Amy out of her nap. Rubbing her eyes open, she stood up and went to the dinning room, feeling her stomach churn. Maybe it was the thought of the cold oatmeal which they would be having, but it was more likely that it was she knew that Miss Wilson would notice that Philip wasn't there. ~I hope he got us into that college,~ she thought as she sat down. ~I don't think I can take much more of this.~
Amy also wasn't a little girl anymore. She was tall and slender, with long, thick black hair that bounced off her shoulders and tumbled onto her back. She, like Philip, had intelligent black eyes, which often looked cold and aloof. Which stood to reason, because the two best words to describe Amy Tuddrussel WERE cold and aloof.
Miss Wilson stared at all the orphans, who were all ages, sit down. She suddenly glared at an empty chair. "Where's Tuddrussel?" she hissed. She turned to Amy. "Where is he?"
Amy fixed her cold stare on Miss Wilson. "I don't know. Am I my brother's keeper?"
Miss Wilson shook with barely contained rage. Grabbing Amy by the ears, she pulled her to her room, slammed the door, and locked it. "No supper for you!" she snapped. "And once I find your brother, both of you will be in soooooo much trouble…"
Amy listened to her footsteps grow fainter as she went back to the dinning room. Sighing, she lay on the bed, muttering, "It's eating that crap that's torture, not being refrained from eating it."
Her thoughts drifted towards her past, like they always did. Amy's brow crinkled as she tried to remember her parents faces, their voices, what their jobs where. Amy did remember that they had the same job, but she couldn't remember what that was.
Suddenly her parent's voices seemed to fill up her thoughts…
"…look at this mess the kids made! Buck, you should've been watching them!"
"Sheila, hello, I was working! YOU'RE the one who started working part time so you could watch them!"
Amy flipped over onto her stomach. "From what I remember about Mom, I'm a lot like her," she said to herself. "And Dad? He was kinda weird… and a lot of fun."
She winced, the few memories of good times with her parents creeping into her thoughts. She could remember a picnic, her mother feeding her applesauce, her father roughhousing with her and Philip…
It was with these thoughts in her head that she fell into a fitful sleep.
***
Amy awoke to a tapping on her window. Rolling out of bed, she saw Philip was there. She quickly opened the window.
"Philip! Did you get us in?" she whispered.
"Yep, now come on while we still can!" he whispered back. Amy crawled out of the window and crouched next to Philip.
"Come on," said Philip, crawling towards the front of the building. "And be quiet. You know what a light sleeper Miss Wilson is."
"Remember when we were thirteen and tried to run away, but she caught us?"
Philip grimaced at Amy. "Remember? We were stuck in the basement for a week after that!"
"No, it was YOU in the basement. I was stuck in the attic."
"Oh, right," said Philip. He quietly climbed over the fence, with Amy following. Once they were over it and on the sidewalk in the front of the orphanage, he whispered to his sister, "We'll walk down that way a block, then start jogging. I've got the keys to our dorm."
"We have a dorm already?" said Amy, with one of her rare smiles. "We'll finally have a decent bed!"
"Maybe we'll actually get decent clothes," said Philip, looking at his grubby white T-shirt and frayed jeans. Amy looked at her frayed jeans and old, button-down shirt.
They were at the end of the block. "Okay, let's run!" said Philip. The twins ran as fast as they could away from what had been their prison for the last twelve years.
(AN: Chapter one is over with! Sorry if it's kinda short. And if you think it's long, sorry that it's kinda long. Again, if you have any ideas for the title of this, please let me know! The only thing I can think of is "The Tuddrussel Twins" and that's boring. Please review. I don't mind constructive criticism. I shall update soon!)