Ferris Bueller Parents Guide の小説・ストーリー

My hand flew to my belly. “Oh no,” I groaned. “We’re the worst parents ever.” Ferris laughed. “Not yet. But we will be if we don’t get our act together.” I straightened my shoulders. “Okay. We need to get things ready. Like now.” He blinked. “Now?” “Yes, now!” I said. “Unless you have something better to do?” Ferris chuckled, hands raised in surrender. “Even if I did, I’d cancel it. Always. You and our child come first.”

"Ferris Bueller's Day Off." He laughs. "Oh, thanks." "That's a compliment! What did you want me to say?" He makes a serious face. "I mean, I'd take Iron Man." I roll my eyes and wait for his next quip, but he seems to get quiet. "Deem?" I brush my hand along his jaw. "So I think my dad and I are just done," he says. I search his eyes. They're blank as he stares off at the bare wall opposite us.

However, right at this moment, he was holding hands with my mom, Melissa Phelps, and my younger brother, Randall Carter, while loudly proclaiming that he was about to buy a 500,000-dollar Ferrari for Randall without even blinking an eye. In fact, when I thought that he was just showing Randall around and letting him pretend to drive it, Dad suddenly brought out his card and said, "Alright, we're getting this car, then!" My brain went blank at that very moment. My mind was filled with images of Mom and Dad complaining about being poor whenever they were with me. Just hours ago, they had piled the last few pieces of chicken nuggets onto my plate and looked at me with guilty eyes. "It's our fau

The stranger had noticed my embarrassing secret. But that slight bit of embarrassment within me completely disappeared when the man pinched me a few times. My body was burning, and I could not care less. I started shaking my hips even more. Then, I thought of something else. Why was the man’s voice so familiar? In the next moment, I turned around to look. I was stunned. That was Frank Zelhar, my best friend’s father, and an instructor at the driving school! Ivan, Lily Zelhar, my best friend, and I were on our way to learn how to drive from Frank. We had ended up in the same metro!

Bosco continued, riding high on his own perceived brilliance, "Now that Mom and Dad have graciously promised to care for you a bit more, as long as you return home and obey the family rules like you should, what's honestly stopping you from taking this generous offer?" He said it with such absolute confidence and certainty, completely unaware of how ridiculous and delusional he sounded to anyone outside their echo chamber. Megan nodded deeply and enthusiastically, clearly proud of her son's reasoning. Bella giggled childishly into her palm, her shoulders shaking with amusement. "Don't push our limits, Julia!" Bosco added sharply, trying his best to sound intimidating and authoritative, like

Inside, her parents greeted her with more hugs—her mom’s eyes misty again, dad pressing a coffee into her hands. Breakfast was normal-family chaotic: stories from the lake, Jake teasing Ethan about basketball tryouts, parents reminding them both about “responsibility.” No heavy lectures. Just support, tinged with the caution of parents who’d lived through the scandal’s first wave. After breakfast, the three of them decided on a fun day out. Jake suggested the arcade and burger spot downtown—the same place they’d hung out as teens before everything got complicated. “One last chill day before you two lovebirds make everything weird again,” he joked.

The gloominess would just send sadness to the people who would see it. In the Food Station, mom and dad joined us for our lunch. Fenris was hesitant to look at their eyes. Perhaps he was shy or suddenly anxious around them. "Mister and Misis Goldberg, I'm sorry we didn't inform you about our marriage." Dad scoffed. "What happened, already happened. All I am hoping now is for you to take care of my daughter and never hurt her or I will become your greatest enemy." "Dad!" I chuckled as I shook my head.

“Kill him. Get the ball. Run, Matthew. Faster! Use your head. Look around. Pass!” A parent beside us hollered at her son. ‘Kill him?’ I mouthed to Dillon. Good god. Some of the parents were really cut throat. These kids were only seven! Dillon chuckled. She was clearly one of ‘those parents’. I made a silent vow to never holler from the sidelines again. “Sorry. Sorry. We had a bit of an accident. Nothing serious. Just a, um, potty training issue.” We turned to see Stella and Cameron. Stella had Rose on her hip and Cameron had a disgruntled looking Tulia at his side. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"It'll be fine, besides, your folks and the chief are tagging along." "Yeah, my dad will be tagging along, on his bike, probably high the whole fucking time; fuck my life." They broke up with laughter because apparently it was funny to have a pothead doctor for a father; one they thought was cool because he was always supplying them with that shit. "I catch any of you fucks encouraging his shit I'll hand you over to Elena." "Cold bro cold, you know we're all afraid of your mom." "Yeah remember that when you're thinking of encouraging her husband to get high while he's riding a hog."

“Didn’t you get two burgers?” “Yeah, but you can have them.” He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You should eat. I mean, you’ve had several drinks, right?” “Right.” My heart speeds up. “Who am I to ignore advice from a doctor?” He kills the engine and gets out. I unlock the garage door and shimmy past my parents’ trucks. My dad’s a contractor, and my mom quit her job as a kindergarten teacher years ago to work full-time