The rain came down hard on the two miserable figures huddled together to keep warm. Molly and James O'Neil watched their grandmother, their last remaining relative get lowered into the earth. " She wasn't the nicest lady," thought Molly," but at least when she alive James and I could live together." Now they were being told that they had two go live in separate orphanages almost a whole state apart. James must have thinking the same thing because he whispered, " Hey, don't worry nobody is going to split us up. We're twins!" He didn't make me feel any better. I tried to wipe the rain from my face, but it didn't work seeing as every other part of me was wet too. I sighed, and I felt James put a strong hand on my shoulder. We both watched the as the last load of dirt cover our grandmother's grave.
It had been a week since Grandma had died. James and I were still living in the same house. The money was running out, and we had to make up our minds on what we were going to do. James seemed to think that we didn't have a problem. He had told me over and over again, just like he was telling me now, " There is no problem. We know people around here, they aren't going to let us get split up. Some one will help us out." " Look, brother of mine!" I should. " How many people do you know in this small town really want two kids to feed and look after. Cause I don't know any!" James stood there, his jaw hardening like it does when he's angry and said quietly, " What do you propose we do then" I proceeded to tell him my idea. I had been working on this plan since Grandma died. When my father was still alive, he would always tell us these amazing stories about the stuff he and his best friend did in New York City. His name was Jim Powers and as far as my Dad knew he still lived in the city. Our biggest problem was that, at the moment, James and I lived several states away in Virginia. I figured we could take the rest of the money we had and get train tickets to New York. When we got there we could try to find Powers, and he could help us. Whatever happened it was better than staying here and living in an orphanage.James looked at me like I was crazy, " You're nuts! We'll be stranded in one of the biggest, busiest cities in the country with no money, looking for some guy we don't even know. I don't think so." " We could find work", I said lamely. He yelled at me again, but I couldn't hear every thing he said because I was so angry. So what if it didn't seem very likely at least we would be together in a place where anything could happened. I yelled back," Well I'd rather live in orphanage than be around you any longer, so we can just sit here and let them take us away." I stormed out and ran to my room. I laid on my bed trying to cool down and eventually fell asleep. When I woke up there was no longer any light streaming through my windows so I must've been sleeping for hours. There was a quiet knock at my door. I assumed it was James, so I said, loudly," Come on in"
The door opened slowly and James swiftly came in with his finger pressed to his lips. I gave him a questioning glance, why did we have to be silent. He whispered, " Listen we have to leave now. They're outside coming to get us." " Who's coming! What is going on?" I said in a normal voice. "Shut up, just shut up", he said as he pulled me off the bed. I noticed for the first time that he had two big bags crammed with full with stuff. " What's that?" I asked. He whispered," No time for that now we've got to get to the train station." He grabbed a bag and I picked up the other one. We went out my window, which opens up to the backyard. James took hold of my hand and we went half running half stumbling all the way to the train station.
This is my first Newsies fic. The newsies will eventually be in the story. This is just the setup, so readers can know Molly and James' background information. Review and tell me if I should continue. Don't flame too hard, Please.