Sin, Der and Rella
Sin, Der and Rella
Once there was a short but good looking dude named Rella. He lived with his evil step-dad who had two sons – Sin and Der. Der was dumb as a door knocker and Sin was just plain bad. They made Rella do their dirty work.
“Clean my smelly socks,” said Sin.
“Yeah!” said Der. “And then get the highest score for me on Xbox.”
“Don’t make him do that,” Sin said to Der. “That’s, like, fun.”
“Oh,” said Der. “Then get the second highest score.”
Sin punched Der on the shoulder. “Have him throw the cat out the window.”
“Yeah! Throw the cat out the window.”
Rella rolled his eyes. So did the cat. It wasn’t much fun being them.
One day Sin boasted about the big dance party coming up. “It’s going to be wicked! The ruler of Fairyland’s Got Talent will be there. Once she sees me dance I’ll become famous.”
“Me too!” said Der. He jumped up on the table and did the moonwalk until he got to the end and fell off.
“Ow!”
Sin laughed.
Rella didn’t tell his step-brothers but he really wanted to go to the party too. When he was on his own he liked to bust moves in front of the mirror.
The big night came and Sin and Der dressed up in their best threads, gave Rella a list of yucky jobs to do, and left.
Rella was sweeping the floor, feeling sorry for himself, when his Fairy Godfather appeared.
“You want to go to the party, mate?”
“Sure.”
The Fairy Godfather waved his walking stick and dressed Rella in baggy black pants, wrap-around sunglasses, a tight red T-shirt and gold high-top shoes. Then he turned a pumpkin into a Go-Kart.
“Thanks,” said Rella. “But one question. Where have you been the last few months when my life has stunk worse than doggy doo?”
“Sorry about that, mate. Fairies have been on strike. The tooth fairies reckon kids are getting paid more than they are these days.”
“Oh.”
“One more thing. At midnight my magic runs out.”
“Why?”
“The Fairy Union wants money for overtime and the bosses won’t pay up.”
“Oh.”
By the time Rella arrived the dance party was pumping. After a glass of punch, Rella hopped on the floor and pulled some cool moves. He was so good the rest of the dancers made a circle around him, including Sin and Der.
“Who is that guy?” said Sin.
“I don’t know but he’s a real groover,” said Der.
Rella did the worm, robot and finished with a headspin. Watching from the balcony was the producer of Fairyland Got’s Talent. Her name was Princess and she said, “I want to meet that kid!”
Princess came down and shook Rella’s hand. “You’re a sick dancer.”
His face turned red. “Thanks.”
“I want you to audition. Can I have your mobile number?”
“Okay.” Rella was about to write it down when he noticed the time.
“Sorry,” he said. “Got to run.”
“But wait!” said Princess.
Rella didn’t wait. He did a front flip down the stairs and the laces on one of his high-tops came undone. In his hurry to get to the Go-Kart the shoe fell off.
Princess found the shoe, looked back over the CCTV tapes and did a facial recognition scan on Rella. The next day she visited his home. Sin opened the door and saw her holding the shoe.
“Let me try it on,” he said. His foot was too big.
“Let me try!” said Der. His foot was even bigger.
Princess spotted Rella in the kitchen cooking dinner. “You try.”
Rella did and it fit perfectly. He went on the talent show, won and became famous for 15 minutes. Then he went on a reality cooking show and was famous for another 15 minutes. Thirty minutes of fame is long enough to make a heap of cash, so he bought his own pad and hired an ex UFC fighter to scare his step-brothers into never messing with him again.
