CHAPTER 4!!!!
'Dishes: check. Homework: check. That poor uniform washed: check.' Trinity ran through her head , laying under the comfy blue sheet on her bed. Thought overload was giving her a migraine. That wasn't a good thing. So she flopped over on her stomach, dark brown hair fluttering about, and closed her eyes. And slept. Kind of.
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"Hey, Trinity!" a young, dark haired boy ran towards her. Only it wasn't quite her. Well, it was, only younger. She was aged 5 or 6. Nadir? What's he doing here? Oh wait, this is a dream/flashback, isn't it? The whole dream mentality hadn't quite taken effect.
"I haven't seen you in a while! I've missed you so much! I have something to give to you," the boy exclaimed. He pulled out a silver toe ring, the imprint of lions running around on it. It's my ring!
"Nadir, thanks so much, but you shoulda waited!" Trinity replied, smoothing out her baby blue dress. That used to be the only dress I would wear.
"Well, I know it's your birthday and everything, but you're going to be getting a lot of presents soon. But I thought you should have this now. Naturally, it's going to be the best, because it's from me. And it was. He wasn't cocky for nothin'." He placed the ring in the palm of her hand, waiting for her to put it on her un-tighted foot. And then evil bunnies attacked.
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Trinity woke up in a hot sweat. "Stupid bunnies," she thought to herself. The curtains were pulled, letting the morning light flood the room. "First the bunnies and now the natural light? What is the world coming to?" she groaned, crawling out of bed. The migraine had pretty much subsided, but everything was still pretty foggy.
WHACK!
Yeah, just a little foggy. (Jade plant.)
"Hey, watch out, would ya?" Hannah chided. She seemed to be substantially more chipper than yesterday.
"Hey, sorry. I dun have anything in my eyes yet," Trinity replied, waiting for her eyes to focus. Contacts still needed to be designed to be worn during the night. You would think that with all of the discoveries made in medicine and nuclear war that SOMEBODY could at least come up with a decent set of a pair of contacts that could be worn all the time. Now that research found that laser eye surgery actually bonded a persons eyes shut, Trinity would never be able to fulfil her wish of being all-seeing. Oh, the anti-humanity of it all!
After the tirade, she looked around. She noticed Hannah was fully dressed in her school uniform, which was a miracle for the girl that had her pyjama pants on until the very last possible second. Trinity also noticed that a mixture of flour and god-only-knows-what all over the blonde's shirt. "Pretty, Hannah. Very pretty," 'I wanna take a shower.' Acting on he emotions, she said, "I'm gonna go take a shower, okies?"
"Okay! Just be out by the time the pancakes, waffles, French toast, mocha chinos (3 sugars, low-fat cream!) and oatmeal is done!"
"Erm… is somebody over doing it with the food thing?" Trinity wondered out loud, looking at the shorter girl in near shock.
"Well, I woke up this morning really hungry. The soup just didn't do it for me. Plus… I felt really bad for making you cook for yourself… and yelling at you. So, scooch, already!" Hannah pushed Trinity towards the bathroom.
Thank you!" Trinity yelled, the door to the bathroom being slammed. It stopped the aromas emitting from the kitchen from seeping in. 'What a pity. I like maple syrup. Now I must wait.'
"But you're still doing the dishes!"
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After a refreshing shower and breakfast large enough to feed both of the girls and a small middle-eastern army of rabid squirrel-monkeys for two days, Trinity found herself focusing again.
"I'm not gonna run into any-" CLANK- jade plant, "thing else. I swear, things are put in front of me just for the amusement of others!" Trinity fumed as Hannah held both hands over her mouth, trying desperately not to laugh.
"Just laugh already, oh girl with batter stuck on her clothes!" Trinity said. Hannah laughed, stopped, laughed some more, looked down, and gasped.
"Shit! I just changed, too! This is my only uniform…," Hannah silently cursed. This week was not going well for either of the girls.
With that, some of the stupidest words ever to be uttered were, well, uttered: "Trinity, can I borrow one of your uniforms?"
It was Trinity's turn to laugh. "Erm, sure, go for it, Hannah. But the height difference alone-,"
"Shut up. I know I'm short. And this is going to be really embarrassing, but wearing a dirty uniform can get me into a lot of trouble. And irreversible psychological trauma.."
"Well, you could hem it, I suppose. Just as long as you put it back to normal. And no duct tape!" Trinity said, finally calming down but her face still retaining its bright shade of red.
"We only have 15 minutes before school. So… let's get it over with."
*******
Avoiding the giggles and other rude comments wasn't easy. But Hannah tried to take it in stride, although the vein in her forehead looked like it was about to blow right off. It was quite a disturbing sight. Trinity even tried pushing it back in a couple of times. "Hey, Date, did ya shrink?" one of the rude, yet still taller, 8th graders yelled.
"Oh, that's it!" and off Hannah went, arms going for the throat. Trinity didn't think it was THAT bad. Sure, the normally short skirt went waaaay past her knees and the shirt was just draped over her shoulders, and the knee socks went above her knees and nearly up to her thighs, but it could have been worse. It's not like Hannah could have made the uniform look any uglier than it already was. Who put grey and teal together, anyways? With grey 'Wizard of OZ'-esque shoes, nonetheless. Other than the ugly thing, the buttons inside of the skirt luckily fit around Hannah's waist perfectly, which made them both wonder what kind of a person they were making it for. And besides, Hannah's shoes were clean.
Breaking the thought cycle, Trinity ran over to her shorter friend and pried her hands off of the younger boys gullet. While the boy started gasping for air, Trinity told him, "Next time, I might not be here. Or I might just feel like having a free show. I liked 'Gladiator'. Just remember that."
"Y..yes, ma'am!" the boy squawked, running away from the scene, probably to class.
"Why did you do that? I was about ready to-"
"Yes, kill him, I noticed," Trinity said evenly. "But homicide is a crime."
"Does that mean maiming is out, too?"
"Yes."
"But, but… just cause! I had a just cause!" Hannah cried, smoothing out the over-sized uniform. Now it was wrinkled. That's what happens when you try to make an attempt at longest amount of time not breathing on somebody else's behalf, she guessed. Great.
"Besides, where is that whole 'pacifism-is-good-I-must-protect-my-ideals' thing go?" Trinity asked, rather interested in the answer.
"Well… it was replaced with the 'I'm-gonna-kill-the-next-person-who-mocks- me' thing. Besides, there are exceptions to all rules." Hannah retorted.
"This from the person who is going to start a political party based on the whole 'You can't call a comma rule a comma rule if there are those stupid exceptions!'"
"That's different!"
"How, Hannannah?"
"Many ways, Oreo!"
"Name one, Shorty!"
Well, Wufei, it all starts like this," Hannah started, the two girls walking towards their first hour class. Laughing could be heard through0ut the corridor.
*******
An uneventful day ensued. But when the duo got home, there was a surprise for them.
The vid phone was blinking.
Both girls regarded it with interest. Who even knew their numbers? Nobody, except…
WHAM!
Both ran into the vid screen. Then they whammed their heads. Thus, the whamming sound. (Surprisingly, it wasn't hollow.) But, both being hard- headed, both were unfazed in the process. Each reached over to the red button with "play" on it.
The message played. Quatre's head magically appeared on the screen. His lips started moving and sound starting coming out. "Well, hi! Sorry that none of us have called or anything, but the five of us have been busy. We just got back from a recon mission and thought we'd say "hi". So… hi! The other guys are sleeping, in case you're wondering."
Hannah slipped out of the room to go change into something that fit better. Her pyjamas, of course!
"I'd better go, though. Oh yeah! PS- We went past where L-5 used to be and Wufei nearly had a nervous breakdown! I thought it was horrible, but I'm sure the two of you will get a kick out of it. Hope to see you guys some time! Love ya both! Call us!" and the screen went black. The reflection showed Trinity nearly rolling on the floor in laughter, tears running down her eyes. But where was Hannah, she wondered. Somebody had to be there to share the enjoyment with her.
"Hey, Hannah? Did you hear what Quatre said?" Trinity belted out, attempting to find the shorter girl in the mean time. Quite the lung capacity, indeed.
"Ah, nope. I can't hear much of anything anymore, thanks so much!" Hannah yelled back from the bedroom.
"Sorry, are ya done yet?"
"Yeah, come in and tell me everything Quatre said!" Hannah said, throwing the door open, revealing the pyjama pans with the sparkly stars on them.
Trinity frolicked in and jumped onto her bed, excitement written all over her face. "Wufei nearly had a nervous breakdown!"
"What?" Hannah nearly shrieked. This was definitely something! "When? Where? Why?"
"Quatre said it was when they passed L-5. I would have paid to have seen that!"
What began as an all out laugh from the gut suddenly stopped. "Oh. That's funny!…"
"I know! I just wish we were there to razz him about it," Trinity said, suddenly getting stars in her eyes.
"I'm sure that's not the only reason.." Hannah replied dryly.
"Oh, uh-huh. Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black," Trinity retorted, sticking her tongue out in the process.
This could have gone on for quite a bit longer, but was stopped with the thought, 'speaking of pots…' Hannah moved from her former spot on the bed and sauntered towards the door. "Give me a second. But I'll be back!"
And so she walked to the bathroom. And puked her guts out.
*******
After 10 minutes or so, Trinity got rather bored. Just waiting for somebody to make a comeback wasn't even worth that. She had better things to do with her time, like…homework. Aw, screw homework. TV was much cooler. So, she plopped into a nearby couch in the living room and turned the TV on.
'Hm… some old move. What is this? It looks like Chocolat!' "That is one old movie…" Trinity said, not expecting a response from anybody.
Soon, Trinity started getting bored. And hungry. And Hannah had been in the bathroom for a very long time. Enough time to have multiple angry bowel movements AND kill the many Germans crawling around in the bathroom. The sworded-one decided to investigate.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!
"Hey, have the Germans been put to trial and hanged?" Trinity asked in concern. She too, knew how annoying the Germans could become.
The answer Trinity was expecting was not what she got. Of course, there was no answer. It was more like a dry heaving sound. It's not something you want to hear when you want an answer. (Not to be obvious or anything.)
In an attempt to see just what was going on, Trinity tried opening the door. It was locked. It was one of the annoying mannerisms that Hannah had. So the brunette took down her pony tail out and ripped a bobby pin out of the mess of tresses. With a little bit of jiggling, the satisfying 'click' was heard, as the handle moved freely.
Hannah was sprawled out on the floor, her head inside the porcelain pot. It kind of reminded Trinity of that one time her mother had got completely smashed at a party once… no. Past bad. Friend seemed to need help now.
"Um… what happened here?" Trinity asked, looking down at Hannah. She really did look like Hell. (Does Hell look like a person?)
"I'm not too sure," Hannah replied, pulling her head out of the toilet for a second. "One second you were saying… I can't remember, and then I'm sucking porcelain," she finished, feeling the need to hurl once more.
"…oh. You have been feeling like crap lately, haven't you?" Trinity inquired. It was plain to see, actually. The normally gregarious Hannah now seemed to be unknowingly drawing herself inward. "Maybe you should go to the doctor…"
"I've been fine!" Hannah said defiantly. "Doctors are quacks, anyways. They wouldn't know a pimple from an ass! Just morons with a doctorate, is all they really are, you know."
"Before you go on another tirade, just remember what you did to me."
"What?"
"The… lady. I really don't need to go there, you know."
"Oh. That. But that was different. You needed help and I didn't want to see you-"
"No, it's the exact same thing. You just don't know it yet," Trinity put her foot down, signalling it was the end of the discussion. For now.
"Just because you're older than me.." and Hannah had to use the toilet once more.
Trinity held her hair for her. She was just happy that Hannah couldn't speak anymore. She won.
*******
The two found themselves on the bathroom floor the next morning. Trinity had the urge to pee. Hannah had the urge to bathe for a very long time. They were both famished. Neither felt like cooking. Somebody was going to have to use their dialling finger to kill some food. Luckily it was Saturday.
Weekends rule!
"Hey, you gonna kill some food or am I?" Hannah asked, her voice wavering octaves, making it sound like she was going through puberty. (wait… she's a teenager…)
"Well," Trinity thought, getting up only to find out she was sore from laying in an awkward position all night, "I suppose I could do that. I'm thinking 'Jupiter's Moons'? Does that sound okay?"
"Anywhere is good just as long as I get my mocha chino, three sugars, low- fat cream!" Hannah answered. She also moved to get up, but settled for a sitting position. Moving a stray piece of hair out of her face, she noticed it was caked with whatever she had been eating for the past couple of months mixed with a healthy dose of stomach acid. 'Mmm… that's very appetizing.'
So, Trinity hustled out of the bathroom and into the kitchen towards the vid phone just before Hannah slammed it. Luckily, the number for Jupiter's Moons was on speed dial. Right before the fire department- A girl has to have her priorities straight! so she didn't have to bother with the vid book.
"Hello?" Trinity said into the vid phone. The person who popped onto the screen back at her nearly gave her a heart attack. It was some scruffy- looking boy, probably 16, that had to wear BRACES. Who wore those anymore? Poor kid. "I'd like one hot chocolate, one mocha chino, 3 sugars, low-fat cream, a large order of pancakes, some oatmeal, and a small order of lefse."
"Will that be all?" the boy asked.
"Yes."
"Okay. Your total comes to… 9.45," the boy said punching some figures into the computer. "Your food will be there in about 15 minutes. Have a gaseous day!" and the screen went blank, leaving Trinity there to stare at herself in the black screen.
"Fifteen minutes?" Trinity muttered out loud. Running a hand through her hair, she realized she needed a brush. So she walked towards the bedroom, then stood there, remembering that her brush was in the bathroom. It could be a while before she got in there…
Then the door opened. It was all a blur from there. Something about food…
'Dishes: check. Homework: check. That poor uniform washed: check.' Trinity ran through her head , laying under the comfy blue sheet on her bed. Thought overload was giving her a migraine. That wasn't a good thing. So she flopped over on her stomach, dark brown hair fluttering about, and closed her eyes. And slept. Kind of.
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"Hey, Trinity!" a young, dark haired boy ran towards her. Only it wasn't quite her. Well, it was, only younger. She was aged 5 or 6. Nadir? What's he doing here? Oh wait, this is a dream/flashback, isn't it? The whole dream mentality hadn't quite taken effect.
"I haven't seen you in a while! I've missed you so much! I have something to give to you," the boy exclaimed. He pulled out a silver toe ring, the imprint of lions running around on it. It's my ring!
"Nadir, thanks so much, but you shoulda waited!" Trinity replied, smoothing out her baby blue dress. That used to be the only dress I would wear.
"Well, I know it's your birthday and everything, but you're going to be getting a lot of presents soon. But I thought you should have this now. Naturally, it's going to be the best, because it's from me. And it was. He wasn't cocky for nothin'." He placed the ring in the palm of her hand, waiting for her to put it on her un-tighted foot. And then evil bunnies attacked.
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Trinity woke up in a hot sweat. "Stupid bunnies," she thought to herself. The curtains were pulled, letting the morning light flood the room. "First the bunnies and now the natural light? What is the world coming to?" she groaned, crawling out of bed. The migraine had pretty much subsided, but everything was still pretty foggy.
WHACK!
Yeah, just a little foggy. (Jade plant.)
"Hey, watch out, would ya?" Hannah chided. She seemed to be substantially more chipper than yesterday.
"Hey, sorry. I dun have anything in my eyes yet," Trinity replied, waiting for her eyes to focus. Contacts still needed to be designed to be worn during the night. You would think that with all of the discoveries made in medicine and nuclear war that SOMEBODY could at least come up with a decent set of a pair of contacts that could be worn all the time. Now that research found that laser eye surgery actually bonded a persons eyes shut, Trinity would never be able to fulfil her wish of being all-seeing. Oh, the anti-humanity of it all!
After the tirade, she looked around. She noticed Hannah was fully dressed in her school uniform, which was a miracle for the girl that had her pyjama pants on until the very last possible second. Trinity also noticed that a mixture of flour and god-only-knows-what all over the blonde's shirt. "Pretty, Hannah. Very pretty," 'I wanna take a shower.' Acting on he emotions, she said, "I'm gonna go take a shower, okies?"
"Okay! Just be out by the time the pancakes, waffles, French toast, mocha chinos (3 sugars, low-fat cream!) and oatmeal is done!"
"Erm… is somebody over doing it with the food thing?" Trinity wondered out loud, looking at the shorter girl in near shock.
"Well, I woke up this morning really hungry. The soup just didn't do it for me. Plus… I felt really bad for making you cook for yourself… and yelling at you. So, scooch, already!" Hannah pushed Trinity towards the bathroom.
Thank you!" Trinity yelled, the door to the bathroom being slammed. It stopped the aromas emitting from the kitchen from seeping in. 'What a pity. I like maple syrup. Now I must wait.'
"But you're still doing the dishes!"
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After a refreshing shower and breakfast large enough to feed both of the girls and a small middle-eastern army of rabid squirrel-monkeys for two days, Trinity found herself focusing again.
"I'm not gonna run into any-" CLANK- jade plant, "thing else. I swear, things are put in front of me just for the amusement of others!" Trinity fumed as Hannah held both hands over her mouth, trying desperately not to laugh.
"Just laugh already, oh girl with batter stuck on her clothes!" Trinity said. Hannah laughed, stopped, laughed some more, looked down, and gasped.
"Shit! I just changed, too! This is my only uniform…," Hannah silently cursed. This week was not going well for either of the girls.
With that, some of the stupidest words ever to be uttered were, well, uttered: "Trinity, can I borrow one of your uniforms?"
It was Trinity's turn to laugh. "Erm, sure, go for it, Hannah. But the height difference alone-,"
"Shut up. I know I'm short. And this is going to be really embarrassing, but wearing a dirty uniform can get me into a lot of trouble. And irreversible psychological trauma.."
"Well, you could hem it, I suppose. Just as long as you put it back to normal. And no duct tape!" Trinity said, finally calming down but her face still retaining its bright shade of red.
"We only have 15 minutes before school. So… let's get it over with."
*******
Avoiding the giggles and other rude comments wasn't easy. But Hannah tried to take it in stride, although the vein in her forehead looked like it was about to blow right off. It was quite a disturbing sight. Trinity even tried pushing it back in a couple of times. "Hey, Date, did ya shrink?" one of the rude, yet still taller, 8th graders yelled.
"Oh, that's it!" and off Hannah went, arms going for the throat. Trinity didn't think it was THAT bad. Sure, the normally short skirt went waaaay past her knees and the shirt was just draped over her shoulders, and the knee socks went above her knees and nearly up to her thighs, but it could have been worse. It's not like Hannah could have made the uniform look any uglier than it already was. Who put grey and teal together, anyways? With grey 'Wizard of OZ'-esque shoes, nonetheless. Other than the ugly thing, the buttons inside of the skirt luckily fit around Hannah's waist perfectly, which made them both wonder what kind of a person they were making it for. And besides, Hannah's shoes were clean.
Breaking the thought cycle, Trinity ran over to her shorter friend and pried her hands off of the younger boys gullet. While the boy started gasping for air, Trinity told him, "Next time, I might not be here. Or I might just feel like having a free show. I liked 'Gladiator'. Just remember that."
"Y..yes, ma'am!" the boy squawked, running away from the scene, probably to class.
"Why did you do that? I was about ready to-"
"Yes, kill him, I noticed," Trinity said evenly. "But homicide is a crime."
"Does that mean maiming is out, too?"
"Yes."
"But, but… just cause! I had a just cause!" Hannah cried, smoothing out the over-sized uniform. Now it was wrinkled. That's what happens when you try to make an attempt at longest amount of time not breathing on somebody else's behalf, she guessed. Great.
"Besides, where is that whole 'pacifism-is-good-I-must-protect-my-ideals' thing go?" Trinity asked, rather interested in the answer.
"Well… it was replaced with the 'I'm-gonna-kill-the-next-person-who-mocks- me' thing. Besides, there are exceptions to all rules." Hannah retorted.
"This from the person who is going to start a political party based on the whole 'You can't call a comma rule a comma rule if there are those stupid exceptions!'"
"That's different!"
"How, Hannannah?"
"Many ways, Oreo!"
"Name one, Shorty!"
Well, Wufei, it all starts like this," Hannah started, the two girls walking towards their first hour class. Laughing could be heard through0ut the corridor.
*******
An uneventful day ensued. But when the duo got home, there was a surprise for them.
The vid phone was blinking.
Both girls regarded it with interest. Who even knew their numbers? Nobody, except…
WHAM!
Both ran into the vid screen. Then they whammed their heads. Thus, the whamming sound. (Surprisingly, it wasn't hollow.) But, both being hard- headed, both were unfazed in the process. Each reached over to the red button with "play" on it.
The message played. Quatre's head magically appeared on the screen. His lips started moving and sound starting coming out. "Well, hi! Sorry that none of us have called or anything, but the five of us have been busy. We just got back from a recon mission and thought we'd say "hi". So… hi! The other guys are sleeping, in case you're wondering."
Hannah slipped out of the room to go change into something that fit better. Her pyjamas, of course!
"I'd better go, though. Oh yeah! PS- We went past where L-5 used to be and Wufei nearly had a nervous breakdown! I thought it was horrible, but I'm sure the two of you will get a kick out of it. Hope to see you guys some time! Love ya both! Call us!" and the screen went black. The reflection showed Trinity nearly rolling on the floor in laughter, tears running down her eyes. But where was Hannah, she wondered. Somebody had to be there to share the enjoyment with her.
"Hey, Hannah? Did you hear what Quatre said?" Trinity belted out, attempting to find the shorter girl in the mean time. Quite the lung capacity, indeed.
"Ah, nope. I can't hear much of anything anymore, thanks so much!" Hannah yelled back from the bedroom.
"Sorry, are ya done yet?"
"Yeah, come in and tell me everything Quatre said!" Hannah said, throwing the door open, revealing the pyjama pans with the sparkly stars on them.
Trinity frolicked in and jumped onto her bed, excitement written all over her face. "Wufei nearly had a nervous breakdown!"
"What?" Hannah nearly shrieked. This was definitely something! "When? Where? Why?"
"Quatre said it was when they passed L-5. I would have paid to have seen that!"
What began as an all out laugh from the gut suddenly stopped. "Oh. That's funny!…"
"I know! I just wish we were there to razz him about it," Trinity said, suddenly getting stars in her eyes.
"I'm sure that's not the only reason.." Hannah replied dryly.
"Oh, uh-huh. Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black," Trinity retorted, sticking her tongue out in the process.
This could have gone on for quite a bit longer, but was stopped with the thought, 'speaking of pots…' Hannah moved from her former spot on the bed and sauntered towards the door. "Give me a second. But I'll be back!"
And so she walked to the bathroom. And puked her guts out.
*******
After 10 minutes or so, Trinity got rather bored. Just waiting for somebody to make a comeback wasn't even worth that. She had better things to do with her time, like…homework. Aw, screw homework. TV was much cooler. So, she plopped into a nearby couch in the living room and turned the TV on.
'Hm… some old move. What is this? It looks like Chocolat!' "That is one old movie…" Trinity said, not expecting a response from anybody.
Soon, Trinity started getting bored. And hungry. And Hannah had been in the bathroom for a very long time. Enough time to have multiple angry bowel movements AND kill the many Germans crawling around in the bathroom. The sworded-one decided to investigate.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!
"Hey, have the Germans been put to trial and hanged?" Trinity asked in concern. She too, knew how annoying the Germans could become.
The answer Trinity was expecting was not what she got. Of course, there was no answer. It was more like a dry heaving sound. It's not something you want to hear when you want an answer. (Not to be obvious or anything.)
In an attempt to see just what was going on, Trinity tried opening the door. It was locked. It was one of the annoying mannerisms that Hannah had. So the brunette took down her pony tail out and ripped a bobby pin out of the mess of tresses. With a little bit of jiggling, the satisfying 'click' was heard, as the handle moved freely.
Hannah was sprawled out on the floor, her head inside the porcelain pot. It kind of reminded Trinity of that one time her mother had got completely smashed at a party once… no. Past bad. Friend seemed to need help now.
"Um… what happened here?" Trinity asked, looking down at Hannah. She really did look like Hell. (Does Hell look like a person?)
"I'm not too sure," Hannah replied, pulling her head out of the toilet for a second. "One second you were saying… I can't remember, and then I'm sucking porcelain," she finished, feeling the need to hurl once more.
"…oh. You have been feeling like crap lately, haven't you?" Trinity inquired. It was plain to see, actually. The normally gregarious Hannah now seemed to be unknowingly drawing herself inward. "Maybe you should go to the doctor…"
"I've been fine!" Hannah said defiantly. "Doctors are quacks, anyways. They wouldn't know a pimple from an ass! Just morons with a doctorate, is all they really are, you know."
"Before you go on another tirade, just remember what you did to me."
"What?"
"The… lady. I really don't need to go there, you know."
"Oh. That. But that was different. You needed help and I didn't want to see you-"
"No, it's the exact same thing. You just don't know it yet," Trinity put her foot down, signalling it was the end of the discussion. For now.
"Just because you're older than me.." and Hannah had to use the toilet once more.
Trinity held her hair for her. She was just happy that Hannah couldn't speak anymore. She won.
*******
The two found themselves on the bathroom floor the next morning. Trinity had the urge to pee. Hannah had the urge to bathe for a very long time. They were both famished. Neither felt like cooking. Somebody was going to have to use their dialling finger to kill some food. Luckily it was Saturday.
Weekends rule!
"Hey, you gonna kill some food or am I?" Hannah asked, her voice wavering octaves, making it sound like she was going through puberty. (wait… she's a teenager…)
"Well," Trinity thought, getting up only to find out she was sore from laying in an awkward position all night, "I suppose I could do that. I'm thinking 'Jupiter's Moons'? Does that sound okay?"
"Anywhere is good just as long as I get my mocha chino, three sugars, low- fat cream!" Hannah answered. She also moved to get up, but settled for a sitting position. Moving a stray piece of hair out of her face, she noticed it was caked with whatever she had been eating for the past couple of months mixed with a healthy dose of stomach acid. 'Mmm… that's very appetizing.'
So, Trinity hustled out of the bathroom and into the kitchen towards the vid phone just before Hannah slammed it. Luckily, the number for Jupiter's Moons was on speed dial. Right before the fire department- A girl has to have her priorities straight! so she didn't have to bother with the vid book.
"Hello?" Trinity said into the vid phone. The person who popped onto the screen back at her nearly gave her a heart attack. It was some scruffy- looking boy, probably 16, that had to wear BRACES. Who wore those anymore? Poor kid. "I'd like one hot chocolate, one mocha chino, 3 sugars, low-fat cream, a large order of pancakes, some oatmeal, and a small order of lefse."
"Will that be all?" the boy asked.
"Yes."
"Okay. Your total comes to… 9.45," the boy said punching some figures into the computer. "Your food will be there in about 15 minutes. Have a gaseous day!" and the screen went blank, leaving Trinity there to stare at herself in the black screen.
"Fifteen minutes?" Trinity muttered out loud. Running a hand through her hair, she realized she needed a brush. So she walked towards the bedroom, then stood there, remembering that her brush was in the bathroom. It could be a while before she got in there…
Then the door opened. It was all a blur from there. Something about food…