Sell Yazz

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Chapter 1: Starting

'Come on, Sell, hurry up!!'

Yasmina, rather called Yazz, was calling for her friend Selena, who too was rather called a shorter name (Sell) instead of her birthname Selena.

The two girls ran for it, into the pitch black night of that new beginning of their lives as abandoned persons.

Fleeing from the scene of "crime", they both ran as fast as they could into a network of small streets.

Left, right, straight ahead, left again,…

Sell's heart was beating wildly.

She could not believe what they had just done.

'Come on! Sell! Run for it! They won't be far behind!'

'Yazz!! Wait!!' Sell tried to run faster, but alas… She slipped by a wet rock and fell quite hard.

'Yazz!'

Finally, Yazz stopped and turned round.

'Shit!' She ran back.

'What happened?'

'I bloody tripped!' She swore and tried to get up.

'And bloody twisted my ankle!'

Yazz helped Sell on her feet and saw that no one was chasing them anymore, so it seemed.

'I think we lost them.'

Indeed, they did lose their chasers.

They sat down in a small alley and were breathing heavily when they heard a crack behind them.

Sell looked down the alleyway, but couldn't see a thing.

Yazz got up slowly. Sell stopped her.

'I'm going with you.'

'Your foot.'

'To bloody hell with my foot!'

Yazz helped her up and they both shifted across the brick wall and bins as silent as they could.

The foot-ache was almost gone and Sell started to take the lead.

After a couple of meters, they suddenly came out on another street.

The alley had been a connection between two neighbourhoods.

And as lucky as they always had been in their yet young lives, it started to rain.

Not normal bit of rain, but really almost drowning them.

They both sighed.

'Just our luck…' Yazz threw her hands up in the air.

She sighed and looked at Sell.

Her mouth started to twitch and suddenly she started to laugh aloud.

'What's the matter with you?' Said Sell amazed.

'Look at yourself and see!'

Sell turned and looked into a car-window.

It was true. They looked hilarious.

Their hair looked as if it was in dreads and it hung like someone had hung a death animal over their head.

The water dripped of their faces and landed on their soaked shoes.

Their pants weren't their normal hanging kind with elephant-pipes, but they were of the sticky kind now.

And as final, their sweaters, who were of the kind American football-players wear, hung limp over their bodies.

Nobody could tell now that they were once perfect study-girls, who were going to go to the finest colleges and were going to achieve wonderful things.

That is to say, before all four of their parents died and as they didn't had any other living relative left, they had been adopted when they were a couple of days old, they had been send to a fosterhome.

They stayed there for a fortnight and then they had it.

They needed to get out there, needed to be free.

So they worked out an escape-plan and they just did it.

They got out, were free but had been so thick that they didn't counted on their possible chasers.

And they had chasers.

Sell and Yazz still couldn't believe what had happened and how they had escaped twice, but they had and that weren't their worries now not anymore.

Their main worry was were they were going to spend the night.

'I got a suggestion,' Said Sell. 'Why don't we knock the door on some of these houses. Someone will be bound to let us in.'

'Oh, sure, they will, Sell… Especially since we look so neat, that idea must work-'

'Yazz, I know we don't look our best-'

Yazz sniffed.

'Ok, we look like crap,' Changed Sell, 'But we are of the good kind of crap. If we but on our angel-faces, then maybe?'

Yazz thought of it for a moment and suddenly her expression changed.

'You know… When we do knock on someone's door and they open this late in the night, we can always say that we have been mugged… I mean, that would explain our wounds we still have.'

Sell nodded.

That would indeed explain the few cuts and bruises they still had of the accident.

Their parents had both died in a car-accident, as far as they remembered their car crashed total and they were very lucky to get out alive.

It had been a normal family-car where they had been driving in.

Sell's and Yazz's dads were colleges and got along well.

Their daughters being best friends too added also to the fact they were driving down coast, but sadly they never made it there.

Somehow there had been a flash of light, the car slipped and they crashed several times.

The car spun five times over the head and landed upside down with a gigantic crash.

Their parents were dead at the first spun, but they miraculously survived the accident.

How they did it, no one knows, but they did and they were partly happy about it.

Of course they were devastated of the fact that they survived and their parents didn't,

but a very small part of them felt glad they survived and weren't going to be an angel just yet.

The sad thing was then when they woke up at the hospital, a person of their elite-school came up to them and told them that both their parents had died and that now they didn't had any source of money, they couldn't attend the school anymore.

'Sadly fate, but you have no other options left then to drop out and go to a fosterhome.' Their principal had said.

Whenever they would think of that moment, they were fuming!

How could it be that that man, who once was the kindest person they ever knew, changed that much in such short notice.

True, they didn't had access yet to their parents fortune for they weren't 18 yet, but how he could rub that in their faces that soon after the passing away?!

Yazz had been so angry, the glass she had been holding broke in pieces and she had to be stitched for a couple of deep wounds.

Although it had been two weeks ago, the wounds were still very much visible and it would seem that they had just been mugged.

They both agreed they would call on the house number 4, the garden looked most inviting as weird as this idea sounded, they thought.

What might have helped to this decision, was the fact that in that house there were still lights on.

In no other house you could see lights, so it was a pretty obvious choice of them.

They rang the doorbell and waited, while they putted their saddest face on.

Sell even managed to let out some tears, and rubbed her eyes hardly, so they'd look all reddish and puffy.

The door was opened and what they saw, almost took their breath away.

A gigantic round boy was standing there, looking at them with bulging eyes and a big piece of pie in his hands.

'Who on earth eats pie at this hour?!' The girls both thought.

'Who are you?'

'Duddy-kins, who is it?'

The boy looked round and yelled at his mother, they figured that out, that there were two girls at the door.

'Oh, two girls, you say? Vernon, could you please go and see?'

They heard a man grumble something and when the man came in the hallway, their breath was definitely away.

This man was even bigger then that boy, and that had seemed impossible to them.

'Yes?'

'Er… Sir, our apologises that we are bothering you this late in the night, but-'

'We… We were…' Sell, who had cut in, started to cry a bit more and Yazz made a mental note to say to Sell that she was a wonderful actrice.

'We were mugged, sir. And we wonder if we could please-'

'Oh, dear girls!' The woman, who sounded even more shrieking now she too had come in the hallway, was looking at them with a great worry in her eyes.

'Come in. Of course you may come in. You poor things. Vernon, get that boy and say he must make a cup of hot cocoa… Do you want some?'

Sell and Yazz looked at each other.

This woman couldn't be serious now, would she?

A woman with that kind of voice, with that kind of man and son, couldn't be that friendly.

That was just not possible.

Both waited for the catch, but that didn't come. 'Yet.' Sell thought, while she dried her so called tears.

They nodded as response to the question the woman had asked and apparently that boy, wasn't someone the woman nor the two whales really liked.

That they got from the look on the man called Vernon, while he went upstairs.

Sell and Yazz were examining the house.

It looked… Neat. Too neat to be good.

You could eat from the floors they were standing on.

Come to think of it, they could use some food.

'Ma'am, we don't want to be rude to you, but… Would it be too much to ask for a piece of bread?'

'Of course not, dears-'

Sell and Yazz controlled the shiver that came up their spines with that word.

It just didn't fit that woman to appear nice.

'Vernon,' Vernon came in the living room, where they were standing.

'Tell that boy to make some sandwiches too and tell him to hurry up!'

'There,' Sell thought. 'Her true nature came to the surface. Who was that boy that she seemed to hate so much? Couldn't be a son of theirs at the look of the pictures…'

'I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. My name is Petunia-'

'Suits you!' Smiled Yazz.

'And this young gentlemen-'

'Yeah right!' Thought Sell.

'Is my son, Dudley. And there is my husband, Vernon together with-'

'Who's that? He doesn't like that family at all.' The girls both thought.

'My cousin, Harry.'

'Hello Harry.' Yazz said.

There was something extraordinary with that boy, they both thought. It wasn't his way of behaving, but his eyes. They were almost to green to be real.

'Hi.' He said and he putted down the plate with a couple of sandwiches on and then putted the two cups of cocoa down.

'Thank you very much.' They both said to the man and wife.

Sell looked at Harry and suddenly she saw the scar on his forehead.

It had a weird shape. Not real… The shape of a lightning-bolt.

'This boy… He's got something I can't quite place.' Sell thought, while a strange feeling rose in her stomach.

It was a feeling she hadn't had for a long time.

The feeling of regret and sorrow… And even pity for that boy?

Sell didn't understood it, but she made a mental note to tell Yazz about this.

They told each other everything and she would understand it.

They ate their sandwiches and while they were drinking their cocoa's, Vernon and Petunia looked at them with interest.

'Excuse-me, but I didn't catch your names.'

'We haven't given them yet, dimwit.' Yazz had to smile with her thoughts.

There she was, offending a family she didn't even knew.

'Oh, sorry… My name is Selena-' Sell said and Yazz cut in.

'And mine's Yasmine.'

There was a silence for a couple of minutes, when suddenly Petunia looked up.

'Didn't you say you were mugged?!'

The girls looked at each other, then remembered and nodded.

'Vernon, call the police-'

'No!' Yazz yelled.

Vernon putted the phone down.

'Why not?' He asked suspiciously.

'Er…Because… They-'

'They threatened us if we would tell police, they would hunt us down.'

Sell started to act as if she cried again, but in the corners of her eyes, she saw that Harry-boy didn't believe her performance.

'But, girl-' Vernon began.

'Then you must call the police.'

'No! Please, sir…I'm begging you, don't call them yet… Call them in the morning, but not just yet.'

Finally, Vernon gave in and he suggested they should better try to get some sleep.

'My nephew wouldn't mind to give up a bit of his room, now would you, Harry?'

It seemed to the girls the boy would mind very much, but he shook his head.

'No, sir.'

'No, sir?!' Yazz thought angry. 'What kind of uncle let's his own nephew call him sir?!'

'Well, what are you waiting for? Prepare a couple of beds for them then.'

Harry ran upstairs and left the others in an instant.

Vernon and Petunia said to Dudley that he too should go to bed.

'I want to watch TV!'

'Look in your room or in the kitchen, but not here.'

Dudley murmured something, but left for the kitchen.

'Combien de télévisions ont-ils ici?' Sell whispered to Yazz.

How many televisions do they have here?

'What did you say?' Vernon asked politely. 'Didn't really understand you.'

'Oh… Eh… That was… I just told Yasmine that you were really nice people.'

'In what language that then?' Vernon joked, as if that was a funny question.

'French.' Yasmine answered, keeping a plain face.

'Do you speak French?' Petunia asked, not quite suppressing her envy.

'Yes, we were taught this at our school.'

'Really?' Vernon asked.

'No, we're joking.' Sell smiled slightly and nodded.

'Where did you go then?'

'Oh, to a private school-'

Luckily, as if right on queue, Harry appeared saying all was ready.

'Sir, ma'am-'

'Vernon and Petunia, please.' The fat man smiled.

'Oh, ok.. Vernon and Petunia, if you wouldn't mind… We would like to go to sleep if that would be possible.

We are very tired.'

'Of course we don't mind. Please, do go. We'll see you in the morning.'

'I'm sure we will.' Said Sell with a sweet smile.

Harry led them to his room and they passed Dudley's room.

It was enormous and they were wondering how big Harry's room would be then.

Harry opened his door and Yazz and Sell came in.

They couldn't believe their eyes.

This was even smaller then an isolation-cell!

How could Vernon and Petunia let them sleep here?

The boy himself almost didn't had enough space, so it seemed.

'There are two beds here, I hope you don't mind sleeping on the floor-'

'Not at all.' Yazz said.

They pulled of their wet sweaters and Harry suggested hanging them on his stool to dry.

They agreed and quickly pulled of their pants.

They were wearing boxers, so much he wouldn't be able to see and after all that had happened that day, they couldn't care less.

'I'm just going to the bathroom now.'

Harry went away and left the door open for a bit.

'Sell, je te dois dire… Ton acte de performance… Formidable!'

'Quelle acte? De crie?'

'Oui, cette acte! Vraiment, si je ne sais mieux, je dois dire que c'étais vrai!'

'Mais, c'étais vrai! J'ai se cogné avec mon pied, dans une pierre dans la rue là.Et le garçon si gros comme une baleine a mis son pied sur mon pied mal.'

Yazz rolled her eyes.

'Tu ne changes jamais!'

Sell laughed.

'I know.'

Yazz: Sell, I must say… Your act… Great!

Sell: What act? That crying?

Yazz: Yes, that act! Really, if I wouldn't know better, I should say that it was real.

Sell: But, it was real! I hit a stone on the street there, with my foot And that boy as big as a whale putted his foot on my bad one!

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Yazz: You'll never change!

This was the first chapter, hope you like the story.

Don't worry, I won't try to make this a Mary-Sue-ish fic (Don't know this? Where all the obvious things happen.. Two girls go to Hogwarts, get friends with the threesome and defeat- Oh, no.. I'm telling my story here! ;-) Yeah, this will happen, but not in the way it has happened a thousand times before!)

So keep reading and review, review, review!

(The French will happen more, but as you could see the translation is right under it.

For my French readers (are there? There will be, there must be!), if the French sucks (This I love about You can put this word up, without getting dragged to court!), do keep in mind:

I'm a Belgian girl of 16 years old, comes from the Flamish part of Belgium, so my motherlanguage is Dutch.

Any mistakes? Do tell me in your review (!! Hint!)