I stood at the door of the bookstore, feeling many things. I felt scared, I felt misery, I felt insane, I felt alone.

I'm not really alone. I'm happily married. In fact, my husband's the one who owns this store, so why should I be afraid?

I'm afraid for what fate has in store. I could open this door and someone could shoot me out of nowhere. I could walk away and regret that I didn't go in.

I felt eyes on me from behind, but I didn't dare look. I'll regret looking, I always do. I always hope and hope that it's someone I want it to be but it's not. I'll never look again.

Unfortunately, what I didn't know was that this person looking at me was a person I should've looked back at. But I didn't. Yup, we can't deny it. Fate is crazy.

I must say I got into a hell of an argument with myself that night. Fortunately, I won.

I stepped into the bookstore, checking to see if my husband was there to stop me from what I was about to do. Nothing. I walked up to the front desk.

The woman at the desk was no more than 16. Short black hair, a plain white T-shirt, and reading a book, Watership Down. She looked up.

"May I help you?" she asked in a slight Aussie accent.

"Yes, please," I replied laying a picture on the desk. "Have you seen this girl?" The girl in the picture was none other than Elly C.

The woman was about to answer, but was cut off by a voice. "Destiny? What are you doing here?" I spun around. It was my husband, Todd.

"No, I'm sorry, I've never seen her before," the girl behind the desk replied. I sighed running a hand through my blue highlighted hair. I was about to leave when the girl asked, "Why?"

Todd was about to jump in when I snapped around. "Todd, shut up." I turned back around. "It's a long story. Are you sure you want to hear it?"

She nodded.

I sat down on the floor and began.

"Destiny…you…you can't."

"I have to, Todd."

"But you're her mother, Destiny. What is she going to do without a mother? She's only two!"

I buttoned my coat. "She'll have to tough it out."

"Destiny."

I turned around. But before I could even get out an "Mm?", Todd pressed his lips against mine.

I blinked. "Goodbye."

"Aren't you going to say your goodbyes to her?"

I sighed, my hand on the doorknob. "She's asleep, Todd. Tell her I said 'goodbye'." I left.

"Trinity?"

I opened my eyes. It was my dad. "Daddy?"

He picked me up. "Happy Birthday."

Hi, my name is Trinity Casil. As of today, I am five years old. I live with my daddy, that's it. His name is Todd Casil.

Daddy told me that when I was two, my mommy, Destiny Freeman Casil, left me. Was I no good? Did she hate me? I wondered these questions my whole life.

Not only was today, August 23, my birthday, but also the first day of school.

Don't get me wrong, I'm excited to go to school for the first time, I guess I'm just not as excited as everyone else. I mean, did I have to go on my birthday?

Daddy works, so I had to take the bus to school. In fact, Daddy works from 5 AM to 9 PM, but he took a few hours off for my birthday.

"I'm leaving," he called from the front room. I exploded out of the kitchen and flew into his arms.

"Bye, Daddy," I said, squishing my face into his stomach.

"Goodbye, Trinity," he said, kissing the top of my head. And with that, he left.

I was alone until the bus arrived.

I stepped aboard the bus to red-eyed children with snot running down their faces and tears sticking to their cheeks.

And I thought everyone was going to be exciting about the first day, the voice in my head chimed.

They probably just miss their mommies and daddies, I replied.

Don't you miss yours?

I taught myself not to cry when I was alone.

Smart girl.

I smiled and took a seat next to a boy with curly red hair and freckles. He kept reaching in his pocket and pulling out tissues to blow his nose with.

I smiled. "It's okay," I said. "You'll see your mommy and daddy soon."

He looked at me. "Really?" he asked with big red eyes.

I nodded. "But for now, you should enjoy the first day of school."

His eyes seemed to slowly turn normal and he stopped snuffling. "How can I do that when everyone's crying?"

I grinned ear-to-ear. "I'll show ya." I stood up in my seat and cupped my hands to my mouth. "Hey! What are you guys? Babies?!" I called out, knowing how defensive everyone would get.

"No!" they all protested.

"Really?" I asked. "Because last I checked, only babies cried!"

Everyone immediately wiped their tears and stuffed their tissues in their pockets.

"That's right!" I shouted. "So quit being a baby and enjoy the first day of school because-" I felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun around, my purple skirt flying in the air. It was the stupid bus driver.

"Sit," he barked. I fell into my seat. He walked back to the front.

"You're very brave," the redhead whispered to me. He held out a hand. "I'm Andre. And you?"

I happily shook the hand. "Trinity." I replied. "Trinity Omega Freeman Casil."

"That's a long name, Trinity Omega Freeman Casil," he said raising an eyebrow.

I grinned. "Yup! But it's my name!"

Today's going to be the best day.

Notes:

-Yeah, it was pretty short. Get the flying fuck over it.

- I absolutely LOVED the first day of school scene on the bus. If you could favourite parts of a story, I'd favourite it.

- Please go check out Destiny: A Range of Colours by Dirge for the Dead. It's the triquel to the Destiny Trilogy.

- This is the sequel to my Fate trilogy.

- Dirge: No Andre is not this so-called "Larry". "Larry" will come in later.

- Please rate and comment. Flames will be used to cook a delicious steak dinner that I will share with Dirge and all the other Fate/Destiny fans. And you, young stupid flamer, shall be used as the firewood. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! –cough- …constructive criticism only.

PLHE,

~Nikki-san