How I became intrigued to write this biography story, I have no idea. I just wanted to expand this character in Final Destination 3, who had NO LINES and nearly NO IMPORTANCE except for a random death scene. Please enjoy!
Because of the language in this story, it is rated T.
Chapter 1: Beginning Years
She was born on a Saturday evening, on October 16, 1987 in the busy hospital of Hong Kong, China. The sound surrounding Ting Malinowski like a ring of fire was deafening as surgeons ran from place to place, and while she pushed in pain and exhaustion, Gui Malinowski was pushing till her last breath.
"Aiiie!" she cried in pain. Her husband clenched her hand tight inside his own.
"Call medical assistance!" cried a young woman in Chinese, "Something is going wrong." The reason of panic was unknown to the two of them, and Ting only felt fear make its way into his body.
"The baby!" shouted a doctor at the other side of the room. "There's a problem related to the cardiovascular system, emergency assistance is present."
"Losing blood," said another nurse, in a quiet, anxious voice of dread.
"Ting," said a weak voice besides him. It was Gui, beckoning him to come closer so she could whisper her last wishes to him.
"Take care of the baby," she spoke, her breath increasing rapidly at the second, and before her dying breath could run out, she uttered another word.
Suddenly, an alarm went off. The baby was pulled away from under the sheet, and everyone could see that it was perfectly fine, wailing slightly as it moved its legs wildly. The baby was beautiful.
"A girl," announced the woman in a small whisper. But then their attention suddenly turned to the previously pregnant woman. Her eyes were shut, her head and shoulders slumped over, and Ting cried while holding her in his arms, as if trying to bring her back to life.
The baby suddenly stopped crying, as if something had struck her in a supernatural way. She saw a long, silk object swaying in the corner of the room as she was being brought out quickly. It was a flag, waving high and actively as the windy weather continued to enter from the open window.
She saw her mother and father, and without any understanding, she continued to cry in a sense of sadness.
7 Years Later
The Multi-Cultural Child Fair in McKinley Park was starting soon.
"Let's go now, Nanny," called out the young voice of Perry in their native Chinese language. She was a girl full of energy, a gorgeous one who struck similarities to most of her relatives. She was dressed in a Chinese dancing dress robe, with origami flowers decorated formally from head to toe. She wore plastic jewels, which she always believed were actual shiny treasures around a unique tiara around her head.
Oh, my," said her grandmother, her face showing the expression of astonishment and admiration, "So wonderful!"
"For the festival, of course," Perry replied, turning around to brush the dangling beads from her hair.
Three years ago, at the young age of four, Perry and her father moved away from China. She was only told less than a week notice of the breaking news.
"I don't want to leave my friends," argued Perry, her small fists tightening up besides her body, "I want to stay in China!"
"Hush, Ling," her father ordered strictly, packing his stamps into a large safe. "Enough with your talking!" Perry ran off to her room.
They went to the airport and boarded a plane the day after they arrived. Overnight, Perry got the news that her grandmother was coming with them, to live with them for only a few months. Perry at first hated the idea. She was scared of other people, except for those whom she was familiar with. When her father told her that she had no choice, Perry sulked.
But there she was now at seven years old, happy with her grandmother as she showed off her hard-spent work to her. They were ready to leave.
Perry hadn't adjusted to the new American school as quickly as others when she had arrived. In kindergarten, she couldn't speak English with other classmates. Some kids tried to talk to her, but often ignored her later on as if she didn't exist. Sometimes Perry would hide in the corner of the room, trying her best to read a book or just sit down on one of the comfy bean-bag chairs. She hated her kindergarten teacher; Mrs. Taylor barely paid any attention to her.
As a third grader, she knew little English. She had friends in the small school of McKinley Elementary.
After having fun at the Multi-cultural fair, her grandmother brought her back to their house. Perry took of her fancy decorations and toys she won at the different games and set them one by one on the side of her room.
"Is Daddy still…" started Perry, in Chinese.
"He's coming back on Tuesday," finished her grandmother, "But never mind that. How about take a shower now, or help me finish these asparagus cakes we got from the fair?"
"Yuck!" said Perry, "I'd rather take a shower." They both laughed.
"Since tomorrow is Sunday, can I play on the computer?" Perry asked hopefully. Her grandmother turned to look at her, her face serious.
"No computer," she ordered. "Take a shower." Perry's shoulders slumped and she headed towards the stairs, but caught the shiny gleam in her grandmother's eyes. She smiled.
"Don't cause trouble or get viruses," she said to her. Perry ran up the stairs joyfully, into her room, and turned the computer on. She hadn't used it for nearly two weeks. In truth, she wasn't supposed to use it at all. Her father put it there for some unknown reason. But after a bit of fixing and major assistance from her grandmother, it functioned perfectly. For four months, she had been secretly using it (mostly for playing and talking with friends) behind her father's back.
There was a game called "Fishy" her friend had showed her on Friday, which was about a fish traveling around the pond, avoiding other creatures and dangers towards his trip home. Trying her best to find it, she went on the site Google, a site her friend told her about when she wanted to look for something. "Fishy", she typed. A lot of links popped up, and she tried typing "Fishy Game". Another set of links popped up, but nothing familiar she had seen the day at her friend's house.
My name, thought Perry, with a curious and excited look on her face. Choosing to go with her Chinese name, she typed in "Ling Malinowski."
A link popped up, and as well as she could read, she could figure a few of the words for the first link: Ling Malinowski...setting suns…october 16…
October 16th, she thought. "That's my birthday!" she whispered out loud. She was happy to discover that she was famous enough to be on the internet. Maybe she could tell her friends about it and show them how better she was over them. Of course they would be jealous, she thought to herself gleefully.
Without paying attention, she clicked on the link, and displayed another white page filled with Chinese writing. A cross was at the top-left corner, and below, a few words. She scrolled down in curiosity. There was a picture of a baby in a white blanket, with a sandwich and a glass of milk placed in front of it on a table. It looked happy.
"Is that me?" she wondered, looking over the photograph. She smiled to herself.
Perry saw a whitish box below the picture, but it had a red X on the upper-right corner of it.
"Ling, come down for dinner!" her Grandma shouted from below in English, then in Chinese, "Ling, come down!"
Ignoring her calls, Perry scrolled below the picture of the baby. More writing, then a picture of a room with yellow wallpaper, empty except for a desk sitting in the corner. Another picture was below it with a cotton teddy bear with a red bow.
Being only seven years old, she simply pondered as she scrolled further down the page. It was fun looking at a page on the internet, and scrolling down by clicking a soft button on the keyboard made it uniquely exciting for her.
She then came across a picture of a young man. She stared at it.
"Pa…Papa?" she stuttered out loud quietly, her eyebrows furrowing. She scrolled sideways using her other button to see a young woman in a white uniform she had never seen before, in a separate picture. There was an arrow between the pictures pointing both ways. She looked at the two pictures, and was interrupted by a loud call.
"Ling!" her grandmother shouted. "Dinner!"
"Coming!" Perry shouted back, pressing the off button on the computer and dashing out of her room. She smelled the sweet aroma of dumplings coming from down the stairs in the dining room, from the sizzling pot as her grandmother placed it upon the table.
What do you think? I hope to get some reviews on how this is so far. The next chapter will bring out more of the story, including some other people.