A Different Boy
"Now just aim the gun at that target and shoot" Gaston said to his 16 year old son, Parker. Parker took the gun in his hands, he hated hunting, he hated killing, he was indeed nothing like his father.
Never the less, he did what his father said and tried to shoot the gun, he missed the target completely, Parker drooped his head and then with a sigh said, "this is hopeless," Gaston looked at his son.
He knew it was true but Gaston had to give the boy at least a little hope, "Don't worry we'll try this again tomorrow" Gaston and Parker then headed back to the house. The second Parker got home, he concealed himself in his room. There was a knock on the door, Parker didn't want to get it. His mother got it for him.
"Yes can I help you?" she said to the kid who stood at her door.
"I'm looking for Parker is he around?" It was Lefou's son, Robert.
"Yeah he's in his room" said the missis.
"Thanks!" Robert ran to Parker's room to talk to him, "Hey look, my mom needs me to run some of errands for her," Parker just stared up into the ceiling, but he listened to his friend, "want to come with?" Parker sat up and gave a sigh,
"yeah sure anything that will get me away from my dad." Robert looked at Parker,
"you missed the target again didn't you?" Parker gave his friend the Duh-I-Missed-The-Target look, "I guessed. Come on lets get going then" Parker then yelled at his mom as he was heading out the door, "Mom! I'm going out I'll be back in a few hours!" and then they walked out the door.
"So..." Robert said trying to start a conversation, "did you hear? The princess is having her 16th birthday in 2 weeks!" Parker looked away and then said,
"Yea I heard, but don't count on me going! My father said I'm never to go to that castle..." his friend replied,
"yeah well, that stinks! You probably could have found your self a girl there!"Robert elbowed his friend in the ribs slightly,
"yeah well I don't count on meeting any girl any time soon." Parker replied. But, fate would bring him to a girl sooner than he had planned.