One Day or Another

New story. But it won't be that bad because they are going to be short updates and stuff. Hope you like! 

Sincerely,

~Katie Shute 

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She was scared. Nothing could make her more frightened than being sent away far from her home in England. Of course she would be going with her older brother Matthew but she was still scared.

"It's alright, Evangeline. We'll be back home soon, don't worry," said Matthew to his trembling sister.

"But I don't want to leave!" she cried. She looked out the train window at her parents crying for them. "I don't want to go to America!"

"It'll be fine. Don't worry..." he said and he wiped her tears away. "I'm here for you."

"Thank you... Matthew," she said softly, still crying.

It was going to be a long trip... and she knew it. She wasn't sure when she'd see her parents again... and it made her sad. Hopefully America wasn't going to be as terrible as she was thinking........

 

They had finally arrived at the station and Evangeline looked out the window with a solemn face.

"Evangeline. What is the matter?" asked Matthew.

She looked at her brother and faked a smile. "Oh it's nothing. I'm just very exhausted," she said.

"Hmm... I don't believe you."

"What? Why?!" she said angrily.

"You're face says different. "You are still upset about leaving aren't you?! Well get over it. We're not going home anytime soon."

"We will one day!" she shouted.

"Yes... One day or another. But not today, nor tomorrow... I doubt that we'll be going home even this year."

He eyes widened. "Th-that long?! No! I want to go home! I wanna go home now!"

"Get over it. It's not going to happen. I want to go home too but we're not going to. Not for a long time... so you may as well get used to America and fast."

She poured and looked out the window to all the men and women holding signs with names on them.

"So we are going to be picked up by someone then?"

"That is what is supposed to happen."

She frowned. "I hope this man is nice then. He is a man isn't he...?" she asked quietly.

"Yes."

She looked out the window to all the adults. None of them held signs for 'Matthew' or 'Evangeline'...

 

Evangeline gently locked hands with Matthew. He looked at her trembling hand and smiled.

"Evangeline. I'm sure he doesn't mean to be this late," he said quietly. He patiently looked at the station doors waiting hopefully for the man who was to pick them up.

"But we've been here for more than two hours... He's forgotten about us."

"No. I'm sure that isn't the case," he said kissing her forehead lightly. "We'll wait a little longer and if he doesn't show I'll find us a place to stay..."

She looked at her older brother and smiled. "Yes."

A few minutes later there was a loud bang. They both looked towards the door. There was a young girl, nineteen or so. She looked at Evangeline then at Matthew.

"Are you two, Evangeline and Matthew Woodsen?"

They stared at her in surprise.

"Are you the one who is picking is up then?" asked Evangeline. "I thought you were supposed to be a man.

"Oh he is. Just come with me and I'll explain things on the way."

They both nodded and followed the girl to the car waiting outside.

 

It was a fancy black car.

"It... It's so fancy," said Evangeline. "What type of man are we to stay with?!" she asked.

"Mr.Coquille is a businessman. A very important businessman," said the lady. She smiled.

"But why have you come to pick us up rather than him?" asked Matthew.

"He is very busy with work. He currently is in Russia on an important business meeting."

"In Russia?! But that's dangerous! We're in the middle of a war!" cried Evangeline. She looked alarmed by this. "Just when will he return?! Where are my brother and I going to live for the next while?!"

"That is a good question. You will be staying at the Coquille Mansion."

"What? Why?" asked Matthew. "If the owner doesn't live there then why would we..."

"Because the owner has a son. Young Master, James Coquille. He is old enough to take care of the both of you. He is in his twenties now."

Evangeline frowned. "This is wrong..."

"Hmm...? I don't think it wrong at all, Miss Evangeline. By the way, my name is Angela Grace. I am a maid at the Coquille Mansion. It is a pleasure to meet you both."

They both smiled at her. Evangeline turned to Matthew and once more slid her hand into his. She was trembling again and she was frightened...