Hi! Thanks so much for the reviews and what not! They made me happy and inspired. So sorry for not updating in forever. I am gonna rewrite the end of that last chapter, because I just reread the first book so I'll be able to do it better. Now let's get to the story!
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT THE PLOT LINE AND KYLE (sadly)
'We are gonna die of boredom here' Harry Grimm thought as he looked out the train window.
There was a small town in the distance that stemmed entirely made up of hills and trees next to the cold, gray Hudson River. A few brown buildings were standing around what had to be the town's only street. Behind it was miles of evergreen forests. Their were no movie theaters, malls, or museums. Using the word town to describe it seemed a bit of a stretch.
It was raining outside and Sabrina looked like she was gonna cry. Rain always made her melancholy. She and Harry had made a vow to be strong for Daphne, their younger sister.
Daphne wouldn't have even noticed her tears anyways, because she had her face pressed against the window for the whole two hour trip. Daphne had marveled at every ugly little detail only pausing to ask a question about their destination.
"Do they have in Ferryport Landing Ms. Smirt?" Daphne asked the women sitting across from them. Ms. Minerva Smirt was the kids' case worker. She was a pinch lipped, humorless woman in her fifties. She had her long nose buried in a book. They all knew she was only reading so she didn't have to talk to them. Ms. Smirt looked up at Daphne with an annoyed scowl as if the question was more than she could bear. "Of course they have bagels, they have bagels everywhere!"
"Not on the moon!" Daphne replied so matter of factly that Harry and Sabrina burst out laughing causing Ms. Smirt to glare at them.
Ms. Smirt has sent them to live with so many abusive foster homes in the past year. This time though, she was us to live with a dead lady.
"I hope you don't bother your grandmother with these ridiculous questions!" Ms. Smirt exclaimed. "She is old and can not handle a lot of trouble.
"Our grandmother is dead! Dad said so! We have told you a million times!" Harry said exasperated.
"We did a background check, Henry." Macie. Smirt said, "she is exactly who she says she is."
"My name is Harry." Harry sighed.
"Whatever. The orphanage wouldn't just send you into anyone's care."
"Oh really? How about Ms. Logdon who swore her toilet was haunted?" Sabrina presses.
"Everyone has their quirks." Ms. Smirt replied.
"Or Mr. Dennison, who made us sleep in his truck?" Harry said.
"Some people live the great outdoors."
"Mr. and Mrs. Johnson handcuffed us to a radiator!" Daphne exclaimed chiming in.
"Dwell on the negative if you choose." Ms. Smirt said, " but you should be grateful. there is not much of a demand for rude little girls. imagine how embarrassed I was when I heard what you said to the Keatons!"
" they locked us in their house for two weeks so they could go on a cruise to Bora-Bora." Harry said.
"I think it was the Bahamas" Daphne said.
"It was Bermuda, And at least they brought you back some nice T-shirts from their trip. Anyways it's all water under the bridge now. Found a real relative who is very willing to take you in." Ms. Smirt said just as the train pulled up to the station.
"Ladies let's go!" Ms. Smirt said. Harry and Sabrina shared a look. They didn't really wanna meet the imposter posing at their grandmother, but Ms, Smirt isn't one to argue with. She was a puncher.
The late November rain was bitterly cold. Daphne began to shiver so he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight as they stood on the platform.
"When you meet her you better be polite or their is going to be trouble. No sass, no back talk, stand up straight, and act like young ladies for once, or so help me I'll-"
"Ms.Smirt?" A voice interrupted the case workers threats. The girls looked up to find a chubby woman standing in front of them. She was dressed in the ankle length, Navy blue dress with a white knitted shawl. How long gray hair was streaked with red, hinting at its original color, and she wore it tightly tucked under a matching navy blue hat with an appliqué of a big fluffy sunflower in the middle. Her face was a collection of wrinkles and sagging skin. Nethertheless, there was something youthful about it. Perhaps it was the old woman's Red cheeks, and clear green eyes.
Next to her stood the skinniest man they had ever seen. He had a full head of untamed platinum hair and enormous watery blue eyes Buried beneath eyebrows that were in desperate need of a trim. He wore a dark pinstripe suit that was several sizes too big. He had an umbrella in one hand and his hat in the other.
I am gonna leave it there for now. I hope to post more soon. It is gonna be a medium sized chapter next. Hope you enjoyed. I know it was pretty close to the book, but I kept checking for references and accidentally did that. Sorry.