"Come on, Alvy!" my brother yelled at me from up ahead.

"Wait up, Ayden!" I yelled back.

We were trying to get home before dinner. Mother would kill us if we were late again. I finally caught up with Ayden at our house. He was standing Frozen in the doorway. I went up to him and looked inside. I realized why he was standing there.

Inside our house was a strange man. He had a gun. I saw my parents bodies on the floor, and startd crying. Ayden and I ran.

He chased us. We ran to Manhattan from Queens. We ran into a random building.

"Hey!" someone yelled.

I looked up from where I had fallen on the floor to see a room full of boys. Ayden seemed to know them.

"Hey guys." He said. "We need help. He came. Our parents are dead."

"You'se can stay 'ere." said one boy, who seemed to be the leader.

"What's ya name, goil?" asked one of the boys. He looked Italian.

"Alvy McGrath." I said with a thick Irish accent.

"Well Alvy. Looks like you'se gonna be a newsie!"