The first day of school finally arrived. Ferry had the task to bring Andrew along everywhere and show him everything so he better adjust to his new school and life. Peter had insisted on that aspect.
Now, Ferry's group had another member, whether they liked it or not. That morning, Ben shook hands with Andrew, smiling and trying to make him feel comfortable. Matilda, instead, had a different approach to the newcomer. After she studied him for a few moments, she began a thorough interrogation.
"So... How many foster homes did you say you had?"
"I didn't," Andrew replied naturally, smiling. "But I had five."
"You must have had many siblings, right? How many were they?" Matilda continued, untroubled.
Andrew hesitated for a moment, "Well, there were nine of them..."
"What were their names?"
"I— I can't remember them all... It happened a long time ago and—"
"Try."
"Well, there was Philip, George, Stephen, Paul, Mark, Callum, Mathew, Ben and... George."
"You said George twice," Matilda cut him short.
"I did? That's because there were two Georges."
"And you only had brothers? No sisters?" she continued without giving him time to breathe.
"Yes. Only brothers..."
"And the places where you lived? How were they?"
"Not as beautiful as this one," he said, and his eyes glittered with joy. "They were gloomy, cold, and the sunlight was always pale," he added, frowning.
His answer took Matilda by surprise. She stopped the interrogation, giving Ferry a meaningful look. She opened her mouth to ask something else, but they just arrived at school. In the highschool's yard, there were groups of boys and girls chatting, laughing, happy to see each other again.
Danny Stevens, who has turned into a well-built young man, greeted Matilda with a big smile on his face. The girl didn't seem as happy to see him, though.
"Hey, Matt. How are you?"
"Hey, Danny," she muttered, not in a good mood all of a sudden.
Yet Danny wasn't discouraged, "May I carry your bag?"
"No, thanks," she rushed to answer. "I can carry it myself."
"I have new football cards," he said. "Somebody brought them from the Big City. Would you like to see them?"
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The Lost Son | Ferry's Tale # 2
Fantasy"People in this town are more bound to fairies than they want to admit..." These words have been haunting Ferry for the past six years. Ferry Donovan is a sixteen human-years-old fairy with an interesting life. During the day, he behaves like an or...
