CHAPTER 3!!!!
Hannah wasn't seen in any classes that day. In fact, when Trinity came home she didn't hear Hannah telling her not to but her backpack down where she was. She went searching around the humble abode, looking for her petite friend. Being that there wasn't much space to cover, Trinity deducted that she must be in the bedroom.
"Seems like a good place for sleeping. That's such a good idea! I can't believe nobody hasn't thought of it before!" Trinity quietly exclaimed to herself, sarcasm oozing through every word.
The light-coloured oak door was partially closed, so it wouldn't let in the evil daylight. 'At least she didn't lock it this time,' Trinity thought. she remembered the time the blonde had locked herself in the bedroom until she finished a midterm paper. She fell asleep, forgetting to unlock the door. The lock had been abnormally difficult to jimmy, but Trinity had broken into her own room. Of course, the act took several hours, and by the time it was opened, Hannah had her hand on the knob and the two girls ran smack dab into each other.
Trinity cracked the door open, only to see a small figure ripping apart her sheets, having a fitful sleep. One leg shot straight up into the air while the other was tangled in a heap of what used to be a bedspread.
Mumblings wafted across the threshold when Trinity put her socked foot into the bedroom. She was going to smooth the sheets out a bit, but didn't feel like facing the wrath of Hannah. It was nearly as bad as when Trinity herself had a headache. So she padded out of the sight of the bedroom and went to the kitchen for an after school snack.
"I'm really not liking this cooking for myself thing," Trinity said to herself. Already a large amount of dishes had accumulated and that was just from last night. And yet, the motherly tendencies were getting to her. 'Maybe I should be nice and make something for Hannah to eat. She probably hasn't eaten since the episode she had in the kitchen!' so Trinity decided that she would make chicken noodle soup a la Trinity. This is something she could make very well.
"Let's see…
1) Open 3 cans Campbell's chicken and stars soup. (Mm mm good.)
2) Put in extra noodles
3) Sprinkle chicken bullion
4) Simmer until the noodles are soft.
5) Voila! The Trinity special!"
She was hoping that the alluring smell of soup would wake Hannah out of her troubled slumber so she wouldn't have to. Luckily, it did.
Several seconds after the timer went off on the stove, strange rumblings came from the bedroom. Not bad rumblings, mind you. More like what you hear when a half-conscious person pulls themselves out of bed and runs into several things at the same time.
"What's cookin'?" a meek voice asked from behind the heavy oak door that led to the bedroom. The voice that emerged from it was quite a site to see. While the hair still looked perfect in its standard high ponytail, the same couldn't be said for the clothing. Apparently, Hannah hadn't bothered to change out of her uniform before she took her little snooze-fest. Pleats were not pleated anymore, the sash had begun to look like a noose, and the shirt looked like it had just been pulled out of a vigorous spin cycle in the washing machine. Without the pesky wetness, of course.
"Chicken noodle soup a la Trinity, of course! My specialty," Trinity responded. This was her greatest batch to date. Adding just a pinch of rosemary and thyme really perked up the tiny chicken chunks…
"Sounds good," was the only thing Hannah could muster up. This headache was a killer and she was still really tired.
An uncomfortable silence convened.
"…um…hey! You missed a really good day in band, today! The wack-a-doo wasn't there and we had the stamp lady! Then Alex persuaded her into letting us listen to the new Iggy Frogler CD instead of playing our instruments! He insisted it was a teaching aid. She bought it!" Triniy broke the silence.
"But I thought you didn't like Iggy Frogler…" Hannah replied, moving towards the old chrome stove and ladling herself some soup out of the big bad black pot. (It's a pet name. It was both of the girls' favourite pot.)
"Well… I don't. But we didn't have to play and that's the important thing. And.. oh yeah! You missed it!
"Missed what?" Hannah asked, trying to sound interested while not trying to throw up in her soup.
"There was also a match-up between brass and woodwinds. The brass won, though, because they started throwing spit all over. That is so gross," Trinity cringed.
"So, in other words, Alex pulled out his mini slide and all of the woodwinds bowed at his feet?"
"Well… basically. And as a lowly bassoon player, I'm supposed to bow at your feet for the rest of the year. Oh wonderful tuba player, have mercy on my retched soul!" Trinity cried, throwing her hands up in mock respect. It was quite a showing.
"Erm… okay. But what about the cross-overs?" ( Cross-overs are the people who started an instrument in one section and moves to a completely different one, some switching "sides". Say, going from flute, an extreme woodwind, to tuba, an extreme brass instrument.)
"Well, Kiki was used as a mini martyr between the two sides. It was pretty funny, actually. By the end of class, she was covered in spit, oil, and had cleaning rod marks everywhere. Everybody was prodding her. It was great." Trinity remarked, taking a slurp of her soup in the process.
"That coulda been me, ya know," Hannah reminded her, also taking a sip. "You added spices, didn't you? It's good,"
"Yeah, I did. But I didn't think about that," Trinity pondered that. Visualizing cleaning cloths whizzing past the blondes head made her giggle.
"How nice of you to see that I'm so amusing. I'm going to go back to sleep, okay?"
"Sounds good, but why don't you put your pyjamas on first?" Trinity responded. She shook her head looking at the uniform.
"That would be too easy, now wouldn't it?"
"And thus the basis of its appeal?"
"I was planning on it. I don't know how I fell asleep in it. This is the most uncomfortable thing in the world . It's worse than being in inclownment." The short girl remarked.
"Oh! Wait, I've gotta ask you something!"
"Huh?"
"You know that Western Civ project? Gigstad said I could help somebody with theirs instead of doing my own. I think administration thinks I'll have a psychotic episode if I look back. Either that or become a nervous wreck when I see sock puppets. I gotta admit, that would be pretty funny. But I guess the damage done wouldn't be so good. So, can I help ya?" Trinity asked, eyes getting big in anticipation.
"No."
"Why not?" Trinity asked, slightly taken aback by the monosyllabic answer.
"Because I'm not doing it."
"Why?"
Just then, a wave of pain rushed over Hannah. Sweat beads rolled down her face while it scrunched up in pain. "Owie… Pain. Pain bad. Let's not talk about this right now-" were the words that came through her pursed lips. 'What? Metal? Cold? Something dark and spacious? 5? What's so significant about that?' thoughts ran through Hannah's head just before she hit the ground next to Trinity's feet.
"Well, this is starting to suck." Trinity told the air as she picked up the still form on the ground and put her in the bed. "And yet the muscle tone I'm beginning to build is nothing to complain about!"
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Hannah wasn't seen in any classes that day. In fact, when Trinity came home she didn't hear Hannah telling her not to but her backpack down where she was. She went searching around the humble abode, looking for her petite friend. Being that there wasn't much space to cover, Trinity deducted that she must be in the bedroom.
"Seems like a good place for sleeping. That's such a good idea! I can't believe nobody hasn't thought of it before!" Trinity quietly exclaimed to herself, sarcasm oozing through every word.
The light-coloured oak door was partially closed, so it wouldn't let in the evil daylight. 'At least she didn't lock it this time,' Trinity thought. she remembered the time the blonde had locked herself in the bedroom until she finished a midterm paper. She fell asleep, forgetting to unlock the door. The lock had been abnormally difficult to jimmy, but Trinity had broken into her own room. Of course, the act took several hours, and by the time it was opened, Hannah had her hand on the knob and the two girls ran smack dab into each other.
Trinity cracked the door open, only to see a small figure ripping apart her sheets, having a fitful sleep. One leg shot straight up into the air while the other was tangled in a heap of what used to be a bedspread.
Mumblings wafted across the threshold when Trinity put her socked foot into the bedroom. She was going to smooth the sheets out a bit, but didn't feel like facing the wrath of Hannah. It was nearly as bad as when Trinity herself had a headache. So she padded out of the sight of the bedroom and went to the kitchen for an after school snack.
"I'm really not liking this cooking for myself thing," Trinity said to herself. Already a large amount of dishes had accumulated and that was just from last night. And yet, the motherly tendencies were getting to her. 'Maybe I should be nice and make something for Hannah to eat. She probably hasn't eaten since the episode she had in the kitchen!' so Trinity decided that she would make chicken noodle soup a la Trinity. This is something she could make very well.
"Let's see…
1) Open 3 cans Campbell's chicken and stars soup. (Mm mm good.)
2) Put in extra noodles
3) Sprinkle chicken bullion
4) Simmer until the noodles are soft.
5) Voila! The Trinity special!"
She was hoping that the alluring smell of soup would wake Hannah out of her troubled slumber so she wouldn't have to. Luckily, it did.
Several seconds after the timer went off on the stove, strange rumblings came from the bedroom. Not bad rumblings, mind you. More like what you hear when a half-conscious person pulls themselves out of bed and runs into several things at the same time.
"What's cookin'?" a meek voice asked from behind the heavy oak door that led to the bedroom. The voice that emerged from it was quite a site to see. While the hair still looked perfect in its standard high ponytail, the same couldn't be said for the clothing. Apparently, Hannah hadn't bothered to change out of her uniform before she took her little snooze-fest. Pleats were not pleated anymore, the sash had begun to look like a noose, and the shirt looked like it had just been pulled out of a vigorous spin cycle in the washing machine. Without the pesky wetness, of course.
"Chicken noodle soup a la Trinity, of course! My specialty," Trinity responded. This was her greatest batch to date. Adding just a pinch of rosemary and thyme really perked up the tiny chicken chunks…
"Sounds good," was the only thing Hannah could muster up. This headache was a killer and she was still really tired.
An uncomfortable silence convened.
"…um…hey! You missed a really good day in band, today! The wack-a-doo wasn't there and we had the stamp lady! Then Alex persuaded her into letting us listen to the new Iggy Frogler CD instead of playing our instruments! He insisted it was a teaching aid. She bought it!" Triniy broke the silence.
"But I thought you didn't like Iggy Frogler…" Hannah replied, moving towards the old chrome stove and ladling herself some soup out of the big bad black pot. (It's a pet name. It was both of the girls' favourite pot.)
"Well… I don't. But we didn't have to play and that's the important thing. And.. oh yeah! You missed it!
"Missed what?" Hannah asked, trying to sound interested while not trying to throw up in her soup.
"There was also a match-up between brass and woodwinds. The brass won, though, because they started throwing spit all over. That is so gross," Trinity cringed.
"So, in other words, Alex pulled out his mini slide and all of the woodwinds bowed at his feet?"
"Well… basically. And as a lowly bassoon player, I'm supposed to bow at your feet for the rest of the year. Oh wonderful tuba player, have mercy on my retched soul!" Trinity cried, throwing her hands up in mock respect. It was quite a showing.
"Erm… okay. But what about the cross-overs?" ( Cross-overs are the people who started an instrument in one section and moves to a completely different one, some switching "sides". Say, going from flute, an extreme woodwind, to tuba, an extreme brass instrument.)
"Well, Kiki was used as a mini martyr between the two sides. It was pretty funny, actually. By the end of class, she was covered in spit, oil, and had cleaning rod marks everywhere. Everybody was prodding her. It was great." Trinity remarked, taking a slurp of her soup in the process.
"That coulda been me, ya know," Hannah reminded her, also taking a sip. "You added spices, didn't you? It's good,"
"Yeah, I did. But I didn't think about that," Trinity pondered that. Visualizing cleaning cloths whizzing past the blondes head made her giggle.
"How nice of you to see that I'm so amusing. I'm going to go back to sleep, okay?"
"Sounds good, but why don't you put your pyjamas on first?" Trinity responded. She shook her head looking at the uniform.
"That would be too easy, now wouldn't it?"
"And thus the basis of its appeal?"
"I was planning on it. I don't know how I fell asleep in it. This is the most uncomfortable thing in the world . It's worse than being in inclownment." The short girl remarked.
"Oh! Wait, I've gotta ask you something!"
"Huh?"
"You know that Western Civ project? Gigstad said I could help somebody with theirs instead of doing my own. I think administration thinks I'll have a psychotic episode if I look back. Either that or become a nervous wreck when I see sock puppets. I gotta admit, that would be pretty funny. But I guess the damage done wouldn't be so good. So, can I help ya?" Trinity asked, eyes getting big in anticipation.
"No."
"Why not?" Trinity asked, slightly taken aback by the monosyllabic answer.
"Because I'm not doing it."
"Why?"
Just then, a wave of pain rushed over Hannah. Sweat beads rolled down her face while it scrunched up in pain. "Owie… Pain. Pain bad. Let's not talk about this right now-" were the words that came through her pursed lips. 'What? Metal? Cold? Something dark and spacious? 5? What's so significant about that?' thoughts ran through Hannah's head just before she hit the ground next to Trinity's feet.
"Well, this is starting to suck." Trinity told the air as she picked up the still form on the ground and put her in the bed. "And yet the muscle tone I'm beginning to build is nothing to complain about!"
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