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Apr. 4th, 2014 09:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fry_sandhuShe was known as Ink.
Her real name was Penelope, but when she was little she'd declared to her parents that she'd rather be known as Pink. On starting school, the teacher had misheard this, labelled everything for her as Ink, and the nickname had stuck.
She was also known to be the best piano player in Infants 2, and that was why she went to find Fry. As a rule, she neither liked nor disliked him, but rumours had spread that he practiced a whole hour a day every day.
"Hey Fry." she says, coming up to him as he wanders around the playground. Ever since one of his other classmates, Jamal, fell over his chess board, and one of the bishops fell down a drain, the playground monitor finally banned him from playing with it on the floor. As such, he now spends most of his breaks wandering around, looking at insects, and spinning in circles.
"Hello Ink." Fry looks up at her.
"Do you want to play a duet for the school music festival?" Ink asks.
Fry hesitates, then shakes his head.
"I don't want to sit next to you." he says.
Ink blinks at him, looking hurt, shrugs and walks off. Teddy, who was watching from nearby, comes over to him.
"Fry, that was really mean." he says.
"Was it?" Fry asks.
"Yeah, Ink's really good, you should at least say 'no thanks'." Teddy says.
He urges Fry to go back over to her. Having nothing better to do, Fry goes across the playground back to Ink, but not knowing what to say, just hovers nearby. Eventually Ink's friends nudge her and point at him. She looks over and goes back to him.
"What?" she asks.
"You're really good, I heard your mum say you are a genius." Fry says, not making eye contact. "But I don't like to sit close to people."
"Oh. Thanks." Ink smiles slightly. "It's okay, you don't have to. Let's see who wins."
***
That night, the doorbell rings late. Mum is out at her Crop Circle Society meeting, photographing spooky pictures in the smog, so Dad answer the door to find Grandpa there. He sends Fry upstairs so he can talk to Grandpa.
Fry hovers at the top of the stairs, listening. Did Granny come with him? Why's he here now?
"She kicked you out? Why?"
"Oh the usual, we had a row, she reckons I'm having an affair."
"Are you?"
"Nah. Well, I thought about it, nice bird down the pub, but we ain't done anything. Also she found out I faked the monk thing."
"You faked being a monk? Back when I met Fran?"
"Course I did. We had an argument about religion and were trying to outdo each other, except she actually did it and joined the nunnery. I only stayed two days and then spent the next six months enjoyin' myself."
"Sounds a bit extreme..."
The sound of little footsteps behind him makes him look around. Coral has come down from their attic bedrooms in her pyjamas, which have Peppa Pig on.
"Why's grandpa here?" She whispers.
"Granny kicked Grandpa out." Fry whispers back. "Because he went to a fair and pretended to be a monk."
"What's a monk?" Coral asks.
"They wear a big dress and grow vegetables and they pray a lot." Fry whispers back.
Coral goes past him and down the stairs to glomp her Grandpa's legs. Fry watches from the stairs.
"Is Grandpa staying?" she asks.
"For a couple of days at least yes." Guppy says. "But you should go to bed."
Coral kisses Grandpa on the cheek as he reaches down to hug her.
"If you want to wear a dress, it's okay." she says, before scurrying up to bed again.
Her real name was Penelope, but when she was little she'd declared to her parents that she'd rather be known as Pink. On starting school, the teacher had misheard this, labelled everything for her as Ink, and the nickname had stuck.
She was also known to be the best piano player in Infants 2, and that was why she went to find Fry. As a rule, she neither liked nor disliked him, but rumours had spread that he practiced a whole hour a day every day.
"Hey Fry." she says, coming up to him as he wanders around the playground. Ever since one of his other classmates, Jamal, fell over his chess board, and one of the bishops fell down a drain, the playground monitor finally banned him from playing with it on the floor. As such, he now spends most of his breaks wandering around, looking at insects, and spinning in circles.
"Hello Ink." Fry looks up at her.
"Do you want to play a duet for the school music festival?" Ink asks.
Fry hesitates, then shakes his head.
"I don't want to sit next to you." he says.
Ink blinks at him, looking hurt, shrugs and walks off. Teddy, who was watching from nearby, comes over to him.
"Fry, that was really mean." he says.
"Was it?" Fry asks.
"Yeah, Ink's really good, you should at least say 'no thanks'." Teddy says.
He urges Fry to go back over to her. Having nothing better to do, Fry goes across the playground back to Ink, but not knowing what to say, just hovers nearby. Eventually Ink's friends nudge her and point at him. She looks over and goes back to him.
"What?" she asks.
"You're really good, I heard your mum say you are a genius." Fry says, not making eye contact. "But I don't like to sit close to people."
"Oh. Thanks." Ink smiles slightly. "It's okay, you don't have to. Let's see who wins."
***
That night, the doorbell rings late. Mum is out at her Crop Circle Society meeting, photographing spooky pictures in the smog, so Dad answer the door to find Grandpa there. He sends Fry upstairs so he can talk to Grandpa.
Fry hovers at the top of the stairs, listening. Did Granny come with him? Why's he here now?
"She kicked you out? Why?"
"Oh the usual, we had a row, she reckons I'm having an affair."
"Are you?"
"Nah. Well, I thought about it, nice bird down the pub, but we ain't done anything. Also she found out I faked the monk thing."
"You faked being a monk? Back when I met Fran?"
"Course I did. We had an argument about religion and were trying to outdo each other, except she actually did it and joined the nunnery. I only stayed two days and then spent the next six months enjoyin' myself."
"Sounds a bit extreme..."
The sound of little footsteps behind him makes him look around. Coral has come down from their attic bedrooms in her pyjamas, which have Peppa Pig on.
"Why's grandpa here?" She whispers.
"Granny kicked Grandpa out." Fry whispers back. "Because he went to a fair and pretended to be a monk."
"What's a monk?" Coral asks.
"They wear a big dress and grow vegetables and they pray a lot." Fry whispers back.
Coral goes past him and down the stairs to glomp her Grandpa's legs. Fry watches from the stairs.
"Is Grandpa staying?" she asks.
"For a couple of days at least yes." Guppy says. "But you should go to bed."
Coral kisses Grandpa on the cheek as he reaches down to hug her.
"If you want to wear a dress, it's okay." she says, before scurrying up to bed again.
