Plot: It was a time in America's history where there were a ton of orphans. The orphanages would be packed with kids and many lived on the street. Fortunately, the west was booming. Towns were being set up all across the west. Two railroads finally connected, allowing easy passage from anywhere on the east coast all the way to California. As America kept growing and the amount of orphans kept increasing, some good men and women took it upon themselves to find homes for as many orphans as they could. Their solution: the orphan train. They would take orphans with them to stops from the east coast all the way to Cali, hoping to find them all homes. Those that didn't find a home were sent back. This is the sad, yet joyful story of the orphan train
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Sarah Fairbanks walked about the streets looking for anything eddible to eat. She was wearing an old, rotting, ripped, dirty pair of pants. She had found a shirt a few weeks earlier that wasn't as ratty. Still, it was really dirty. She had lived on the street for about four years and was used to living all by herself. She didn't hang out whith other orphans on the street and she had no other friends. Still, she had managed thus far and she determined within herself to avoid giving up. Just as she thought, she found a loaf of bread. It had a lttle mold on it, so the middle class had tossed. She reached her hand into the trash bin and pulled it out. This was one of the best things she'd found to eat during that entire week. She held the bread close to her, freightened that she'd lose it if she wasn't careful. As soon as she arrived at her usuall spot on the corner of the street, she slumped down on the ground. As the people walked past her, she timidly opened the bread and took a bite. She ate as close as she could to the mold, without actually touching it, but the moldy flavor was unpreventable.