Parry Hotter and the Secret Lives
Chapter 2
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The week after the announcement was quickly gone, and Parry had now almost accepted the idea of travelling to Los Angeles and staying there. Yes, staying in a school, but he could play football there, and there were no queer relatives hanging around, but instead many new interesting people, many new interesting girls.
"Parry dear! We should leave soon!" aunt Netupia's sweet voice broke Parry's thoughts, and while concentrating to draw a fancy T-shirt on him he failed to seize the thought again. Parry glanced a longing look into his poster-filled room where he had seen so many good dreams about winning the pot and doing the all-time best run that would be shown over and over again in all the sport news over the world. He would not see his room again for a long time. But still, it was time to see some new views. And new girls. And so suddenly Parry had caught the thought that had almost been lost.
Footsteps approached the door of Parry's room. "Mum said that we really should keep going now," Duldey whispered quietly behind the door and stopped to wait there.
"Ok, ok," Parry mumbled. He grabbed the cage where he kept his best ball with him and pushed the door open. "Wait just a moment," he halted quickly when he saw Duldey in his best suit. "Did you say "we"? I don't want you to come to the airport!" he snapped angrily.
Light passed from Duldey's face. "B-but." he began. "You're leaving! I wanted to say goodbye to you!" he uttered desperately.
"Oh sorry", Parry understood and his voice altered to a friendly one. "But you can say goodbye to me now, ok?" he suggested happily.
Duldey could only slightly nod.
Parry moved his hand insecurely in a wave-like motion. "Well, goodbye then", he said and hurled downstairs where Nervon was already carrying his luggage to the taxi. He assumed he heard a small goodbye behind him, but had no time to wonder his cousin's strange behaviour.
During the drive to the airport Netupia explained Parry what he would find from his suitcases. Parry had only a few clothes with him, because the school would have its own playing outfits and those were pretty much the only clothes he used to wear. But the school was of course not only about football.
"I ordered your school items from Wogharts' mail-order catalogue," Netupia explained. "The books about fame and show business seemed interesting. Though I hope you should never need to know the book "How to Control the Hysteria of the Fanatic Fan Herds" you probably should study it intensively." Parry did not understand the sniff that followed this mention. But instantly Netupia continued: "And I purchased you the extra-big mirror you wanted. And the new laptop computer with Internet connection that they recommended and."
"Aunt," Parry interrupted her softly. "I believe that you have taken care of everything, you always do. And I will do just fine in Wogharts." Parry had this incredible ability to catch the fancy of every female with what he said and so he calmed down his aunt too.
Netupia and Nervon said goodbye to Parry at the check-in. His entire luggage was already packed in the aeroplane except the cage he held tightly against himself.
"Then... don't go fooling around in there," Nervon tried to adapt the role of a "normal" parent. "Don't tease too many girls and choose your friends carefully," he added slightly uncertainly, not knowing how a good student should behave.
Netupia was unable to say anything but flew to hug Parry instead. From the tight of the hug Parry understood what he was supposed to say. "I'll do fine there. And be ok. Nothing to worry," he sounded even more doubtful than uncle Nervon also to himself. But gladly it did not sound like that to Netupia.
"Oh," she cried and let Parry go. "You'll make your parents so proud. And us too." The officer behind the check-in desk made a loud noise with her pen. Netupia heard it and said rather not so brisk as she wished: "But off you go now Parry" and pushed him towards the waiting officer.
After surviving the check-in Parry walked forward in the airport. He clutched his cage all the time stronger. He needed to feel something safe and familiar with him when he was stepping to something new. To something unexpected. To something almost scary. To a hall full of waiting teenagers who were screaming and shouting and pointing at each other or actually to themselves, as Parry saw when he looked closer.
"Do you know who my parents are?" he heard someone hailing. Then someone bellowed: "They're nobody. My whole line is full of famous people!" There was someone who tried to calm the situation down. "It doesn't matter who our ancestors are, were going there only as ourselves. Going there to make US important and popular."
Parry listened to the arguing astonished. It sounded exactly what he had always wanted. A school that would make your way into fame! He was now so happy that almost dropped the cage he had been so dearly holding. Following the flow of other people, who would become his fellow students, Parry stepped into the aeroplane.
The first things he noticed inside the plane were the small seats. He did not say anything, but smiled conquering to one of the stewardess and was immediately led to a business class seat with enough space. As Parry slumped down to sit he noticed a sleeping boy sitting next to the seat next to him. The boy wore loose and slack clothes, and in his green skirt was the text: "Peace, man." His dark brown hair was messy and the smell around him rather questionable sugary. To Parry's eyes his whole appearance was extremely cool.
"Hello, my name's Parry Hotter!" he started aloud and shook hands with the still sleeping boy.
Slowly the boy opened his eyes and Parry felt a moment of fear when he imagined he saw an expression of anger on the boy's face, but suddenly the feeling was wept away when the boy roared: "What's up, man?"
Parry was a bit startled but mutter something like: "I'm no K."
The boy burst to laugh. "No, not K, me neither. I'm Won." And at this point his expression clearly changed. "Did you say you were Parry Hotter?" Parry nodded carefully. Won shrugged his shoulders like he did not care. "Well you better watch out then. There'll be lots of gang fainting all over you when they're queuing to see that scar of yours."
Then Parry remembered it too. "Oh my scar!" he cried out fondly. "Do you want to see it? It's star shaped you know. I can."
"No!" Won stopped him quickly when Parry was lowering his pants. "I know what it's like, because people have told stories about it for ever. It's very famous," he continued apologising.
This mollified Parry. He was famous already. How wonderful! Then he remembered that he should behave himself and be polite. "What was your name again?" he asked Won interested.
Won scowled. "Oh you mean my family name. It's Reasley." He stopped like he was waiting for some kind of a reaction from Parry, but Parry did not get what was so special about the name. Won decided to explain it then: "The thing is that my father is the president."
Again Won got now reaction from Parry, but this time he could not blame Parry's wittiness from it, but the scream that came from the back of the plane.
"Do you seriously expect me to sit here? I will NOT suffer this! Get me a business class seat immediately!" a girl ordered in fury and soon enraged footsteps reached the part of the plane where Parry and Won were sitting.
Parry was prepared to hate the selfish being that approached them, but when he turned his head he saw a cruelly beautiful tall girl, who had the straightest and whitest hair he had ever seen. The girl sat between Parry and Won and Parry watched dazed as she crossed her legs frantically but at the same time elegantly.
A scared looking stewardess, who had brought the girl to the business class, whispered her voice shaking: "I'm really sorry about this misunderstanding. It won't happen ever again, Miss Hanger."
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A few points I've got to say: 1. The authors do not own the characters or the plot but J. K. Rowling does; though the characters are not quite the same she is used to. 2. The mother tongue of the authors is not English, so please forgive our mistakes. 3. This story is full of intentional stereotypes, which are however not meant to hurt anyone. Writing them into this story should prove how absurd those stereotypes are.
Chapter 2
Andunewen writes: ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^
The week after the announcement was quickly gone, and Parry had now almost accepted the idea of travelling to Los Angeles and staying there. Yes, staying in a school, but he could play football there, and there were no queer relatives hanging around, but instead many new interesting people, many new interesting girls.
"Parry dear! We should leave soon!" aunt Netupia's sweet voice broke Parry's thoughts, and while concentrating to draw a fancy T-shirt on him he failed to seize the thought again. Parry glanced a longing look into his poster-filled room where he had seen so many good dreams about winning the pot and doing the all-time best run that would be shown over and over again in all the sport news over the world. He would not see his room again for a long time. But still, it was time to see some new views. And new girls. And so suddenly Parry had caught the thought that had almost been lost.
Footsteps approached the door of Parry's room. "Mum said that we really should keep going now," Duldey whispered quietly behind the door and stopped to wait there.
"Ok, ok," Parry mumbled. He grabbed the cage where he kept his best ball with him and pushed the door open. "Wait just a moment," he halted quickly when he saw Duldey in his best suit. "Did you say "we"? I don't want you to come to the airport!" he snapped angrily.
Light passed from Duldey's face. "B-but." he began. "You're leaving! I wanted to say goodbye to you!" he uttered desperately.
"Oh sorry", Parry understood and his voice altered to a friendly one. "But you can say goodbye to me now, ok?" he suggested happily.
Duldey could only slightly nod.
Parry moved his hand insecurely in a wave-like motion. "Well, goodbye then", he said and hurled downstairs where Nervon was already carrying his luggage to the taxi. He assumed he heard a small goodbye behind him, but had no time to wonder his cousin's strange behaviour.
During the drive to the airport Netupia explained Parry what he would find from his suitcases. Parry had only a few clothes with him, because the school would have its own playing outfits and those were pretty much the only clothes he used to wear. But the school was of course not only about football.
"I ordered your school items from Wogharts' mail-order catalogue," Netupia explained. "The books about fame and show business seemed interesting. Though I hope you should never need to know the book "How to Control the Hysteria of the Fanatic Fan Herds" you probably should study it intensively." Parry did not understand the sniff that followed this mention. But instantly Netupia continued: "And I purchased you the extra-big mirror you wanted. And the new laptop computer with Internet connection that they recommended and."
"Aunt," Parry interrupted her softly. "I believe that you have taken care of everything, you always do. And I will do just fine in Wogharts." Parry had this incredible ability to catch the fancy of every female with what he said and so he calmed down his aunt too.
Netupia and Nervon said goodbye to Parry at the check-in. His entire luggage was already packed in the aeroplane except the cage he held tightly against himself.
"Then... don't go fooling around in there," Nervon tried to adapt the role of a "normal" parent. "Don't tease too many girls and choose your friends carefully," he added slightly uncertainly, not knowing how a good student should behave.
Netupia was unable to say anything but flew to hug Parry instead. From the tight of the hug Parry understood what he was supposed to say. "I'll do fine there. And be ok. Nothing to worry," he sounded even more doubtful than uncle Nervon also to himself. But gladly it did not sound like that to Netupia.
"Oh," she cried and let Parry go. "You'll make your parents so proud. And us too." The officer behind the check-in desk made a loud noise with her pen. Netupia heard it and said rather not so brisk as she wished: "But off you go now Parry" and pushed him towards the waiting officer.
After surviving the check-in Parry walked forward in the airport. He clutched his cage all the time stronger. He needed to feel something safe and familiar with him when he was stepping to something new. To something unexpected. To something almost scary. To a hall full of waiting teenagers who were screaming and shouting and pointing at each other or actually to themselves, as Parry saw when he looked closer.
"Do you know who my parents are?" he heard someone hailing. Then someone bellowed: "They're nobody. My whole line is full of famous people!" There was someone who tried to calm the situation down. "It doesn't matter who our ancestors are, were going there only as ourselves. Going there to make US important and popular."
Parry listened to the arguing astonished. It sounded exactly what he had always wanted. A school that would make your way into fame! He was now so happy that almost dropped the cage he had been so dearly holding. Following the flow of other people, who would become his fellow students, Parry stepped into the aeroplane.
The first things he noticed inside the plane were the small seats. He did not say anything, but smiled conquering to one of the stewardess and was immediately led to a business class seat with enough space. As Parry slumped down to sit he noticed a sleeping boy sitting next to the seat next to him. The boy wore loose and slack clothes, and in his green skirt was the text: "Peace, man." His dark brown hair was messy and the smell around him rather questionable sugary. To Parry's eyes his whole appearance was extremely cool.
"Hello, my name's Parry Hotter!" he started aloud and shook hands with the still sleeping boy.
Slowly the boy opened his eyes and Parry felt a moment of fear when he imagined he saw an expression of anger on the boy's face, but suddenly the feeling was wept away when the boy roared: "What's up, man?"
Parry was a bit startled but mutter something like: "I'm no K."
The boy burst to laugh. "No, not K, me neither. I'm Won." And at this point his expression clearly changed. "Did you say you were Parry Hotter?" Parry nodded carefully. Won shrugged his shoulders like he did not care. "Well you better watch out then. There'll be lots of gang fainting all over you when they're queuing to see that scar of yours."
Then Parry remembered it too. "Oh my scar!" he cried out fondly. "Do you want to see it? It's star shaped you know. I can."
"No!" Won stopped him quickly when Parry was lowering his pants. "I know what it's like, because people have told stories about it for ever. It's very famous," he continued apologising.
This mollified Parry. He was famous already. How wonderful! Then he remembered that he should behave himself and be polite. "What was your name again?" he asked Won interested.
Won scowled. "Oh you mean my family name. It's Reasley." He stopped like he was waiting for some kind of a reaction from Parry, but Parry did not get what was so special about the name. Won decided to explain it then: "The thing is that my father is the president."
Again Won got now reaction from Parry, but this time he could not blame Parry's wittiness from it, but the scream that came from the back of the plane.
"Do you seriously expect me to sit here? I will NOT suffer this! Get me a business class seat immediately!" a girl ordered in fury and soon enraged footsteps reached the part of the plane where Parry and Won were sitting.
Parry was prepared to hate the selfish being that approached them, but when he turned his head he saw a cruelly beautiful tall girl, who had the straightest and whitest hair he had ever seen. The girl sat between Parry and Won and Parry watched dazed as she crossed her legs frantically but at the same time elegantly.
A scared looking stewardess, who had brought the girl to the business class, whispered her voice shaking: "I'm really sorry about this misunderstanding. It won't happen ever again, Miss Hanger."
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^
A few points I've got to say: 1. The authors do not own the characters or the plot but J. K. Rowling does; though the characters are not quite the same she is used to. 2. The mother tongue of the authors is not English, so please forgive our mistakes. 3. This story is full of intentional stereotypes, which are however not meant to hurt anyone. Writing them into this story should prove how absurd those stereotypes are.
