Chapter 3
Yep, another chapter. That's it. All I have to say except:
(When something is in brackkets in the middle of the story, it mean I'm talking)
And when I write something in italic, it's something Trinity is writing in her story based on her life. (From the second chapter.)
Disclaimers: (glances at paper) Omigawd! JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, not me! So nice of you to find that out!
She felt suddenly aware that every touch, every single thing she saw would have an incredible emotional impact on her, beyond words could explain. If someone was crying, she'd cry, and feel their pain. If someone was hurting someone else, she knew she'd be hurting too. But not the type that could be heeled with a band-aid. The type of hurt that hurt even more.
Trinity sighed threw math, science, and social studies class. It was the last period of the morning, double English. The teacher, Mrs. LaPeil, was rambling on about native-americans and their traditions. It might have been intresting, if it weren't for the fact that she had a sore throat and talked sans expression. (Without expression.) She made even the bloodiest, coolest battles sound nboring.
"And now, time for our project partners," she drawled on. (I decided to just make her be talking English in the story instead of making her talk French and translating it to English.)
"Jack and Betty," the reponse was a mixture of giggling of girls and groans of Jack. "Bobby and Janice. Julia and Brandon. Billy and Juniper. Jimmy and Timmy. (Sorry, I suck at making up names!) Tanya and Mitsue....."
And so Mrs. LaPeil droned on, until there was few people left to name. And the next name she pulled from the hat was:
"Trinity and," she paused while shuffling a couple slips of paper apart. "Collin."
(I know, this may be predictable, but remember, I have to base this on real-life, so I can't juice up the plot, even when I want to!)
Trinity groaned and grinned. Collin? He was by far the handsomest guy in grade seven. But he just thought she was a geek and he hardly worked at all. So it was a mix of emotions, that temporarily, and I mean temporarily, took her mind of the abuse and hardship she had felt.
The bell for lunch rang and Trinity rushed from her locker, trying to get home as fast as possible. She knew her father was at work, but she didn't care. She still felt sick with worry about her mother. She wanted to be sure she was OK, and not just guess. She was only a couple blocks away from the school, but the distance seemed too take forever. She was hardly finnished the first street and yet already she could feel something was strange.
"Harry," she whispered. At times like these, she wondered if he was using his devination with her. It certainly felt that way. She knew something was wrong. There had to be. She felt like her head was going haywire, like someone had cut the circuit. Visions of her mother drifted across her mind like ghosts. Infact, the visions were ghosts, all of her poor, precious mother, under the foot of the evil man who had ruined her life, who was laughing now, laughing at her....
At one point in her life, 'love' might have been a word she would have used to describe how she felt about her father. Not now. She hated every detail of him. Every bit. She hated the way he'd ground her for months due to a tiny infraction of the rule. She hated the way he never seemed to take intrest in her and love her. Infact, he seemed to hate her just as much as she did him. She loathed him for the way he treated her mother, her poor, poor mother. She hated the way he wouldn't let her have friends over, or complained when her mother bought her something expensive as a treat. She hated the way he acted as if she was trying to steal his wife from him, saying that she loved trinity more. It was probably true. She hated the way he smelt when he came home from a bar, all smokey and drunk. The way he acted like her loved her when there was company. The way he was so obsessive about having a 'perfect family' when they were so far from it. She hated him.
Trinity saw violence everywhere, on TV, at home, in movies, on the internet... She read about it in books, even in Harry Potter. She had never reacted to the fake stuff. Never cared. But she saw it, a large crowd around two people, chanting the familiar chant: "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"
She had to peak in, she had too. It was too much temptation, too much knowledge against it. She went white as she saw them, Collin and the other boy, Kyle. Kyle was the jock of the other class, not as popular as collin, but if he beat Collin up..... that was another story. And if Collin refused, then they'd go over to Kyle. And Collin would do anything to defend his reputation.
They dodged and ducked each other's blows. It wasn't very into contact, no one was injured yet. But as Collin turned around to prepare, Trinity saw Kyle approach him, about to spring. She knew the kick he was using. It could probably make Collin end up in the emergency room dome properly. She clapped her hands over her eyes, but then something bigger happened. She felt the urge to do something, to break free, to care. She hated this, it was almost like her mother kicking her father. Something broke free of her, and she did something she had never done before....
"ARRRRGH!!!!" she screamed as she burst from the crowd into the center of the ring, warning him. The people surrounding watched in amazement, and suddenly, she wasn't so much of a geek. Risking herself to warn a guy? Cute, very sweet. girls 'ooooo'ed and 'ahhhh'ed over such a cute action, and pictured themselves, doing the same. Boys chuckled and thought she looked kinda pretty. This was the Trinity that no one had seen. The Trinity that had an opignion, which put a new perpective on her. And that can change a lot.
Collin smiled as he saw her. Sweet? Yeah. Nice? Yeah. She was just a little shrimp, couldn't hurt a fly if she douzed it with millions of cans of bug-killer. This was a different Trinity, one he hadn't seem. He saw Kyle, and smiled. Moving forward, he knocked the enemy down, and everyone cheered. Everyone but Trinity, for whom the moved had been made. She was in shock.
How could he? Hurt another person, so freely? Hadn't he seen the blank, horrified stare that haunted her dreams. The eyes that looked into the spirit, tugging at the soul. The eyes thay were the same as her mother's, or the people on TV's. They were the same as every eye that had seen pain and depair. They were they eyes that every other person seemed to be able to ignore, though she couldn't get them off her mind for a second. They were her own eyes, though she didn't know it.
She went all white, and her mouth opened and closed, like a fish without water. Her throat went so dry she couldn't talk. Her eyes weny wide, wide open, so you could see the whites.
"Thanks," Collin grinned, and put his arm aroound her, motioning for the crowd to applaud, of which they did.
Trinity stayed in that state for five seconds, and then found some strength left in her.
"You're a monster! I hate you!" she cried and ran off sobbing hysterically, all the way home.
It was Collin's turn to be in shock. I hate you? He had never heard those words uttered to him by a girl. He looked towards her, and saw her running off. But there was someone following her. A figure, about her age. Jet black hair, piercing green eyes, thick glasses. Harry? The boy disapeared, yet Collin could not erase him from his mind.
Trinity ran home faster than ever. She rang the doorbell five times, crying harder and harder. Her mother finally opened it, and Trinity cried even harder.
There was a big, red scar on her cheek bone. Old blood fell from it. There was a big purple bruise next to it. Her mother was crying gently. She shifted unconfortably, wondering what her daughter thought of this. She didn't know it was nothing new to her.
"Is he home?" Trinity asked anxiously. "Is he home?"
Her mother shook her head, and her eyes filled with more tears.
They wrapped their arms around each other, crying harder. Nothing could break that bond that puny words could not describe. They felt pain, but they felt love, which often associates with each other. But could one over-power the other? They did not know.
So, chapter 3, wow. Do you like it? Please review!
Yep, another chapter. That's it. All I have to say except:
(When something is in brackkets in the middle of the story, it mean I'm talking)
And when I write something in italic, it's something Trinity is writing in her story based on her life. (From the second chapter.)
Disclaimers: (glances at paper) Omigawd! JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, not me! So nice of you to find that out!
She felt suddenly aware that every touch, every single thing she saw would have an incredible emotional impact on her, beyond words could explain. If someone was crying, she'd cry, and feel their pain. If someone was hurting someone else, she knew she'd be hurting too. But not the type that could be heeled with a band-aid. The type of hurt that hurt even more.
Trinity sighed threw math, science, and social studies class. It was the last period of the morning, double English. The teacher, Mrs. LaPeil, was rambling on about native-americans and their traditions. It might have been intresting, if it weren't for the fact that she had a sore throat and talked sans expression. (Without expression.) She made even the bloodiest, coolest battles sound nboring.
"And now, time for our project partners," she drawled on. (I decided to just make her be talking English in the story instead of making her talk French and translating it to English.)
"Jack and Betty," the reponse was a mixture of giggling of girls and groans of Jack. "Bobby and Janice. Julia and Brandon. Billy and Juniper. Jimmy and Timmy. (Sorry, I suck at making up names!) Tanya and Mitsue....."
And so Mrs. LaPeil droned on, until there was few people left to name. And the next name she pulled from the hat was:
"Trinity and," she paused while shuffling a couple slips of paper apart. "Collin."
(I know, this may be predictable, but remember, I have to base this on real-life, so I can't juice up the plot, even when I want to!)
Trinity groaned and grinned. Collin? He was by far the handsomest guy in grade seven. But he just thought she was a geek and he hardly worked at all. So it was a mix of emotions, that temporarily, and I mean temporarily, took her mind of the abuse and hardship she had felt.
The bell for lunch rang and Trinity rushed from her locker, trying to get home as fast as possible. She knew her father was at work, but she didn't care. She still felt sick with worry about her mother. She wanted to be sure she was OK, and not just guess. She was only a couple blocks away from the school, but the distance seemed too take forever. She was hardly finnished the first street and yet already she could feel something was strange.
"Harry," she whispered. At times like these, she wondered if he was using his devination with her. It certainly felt that way. She knew something was wrong. There had to be. She felt like her head was going haywire, like someone had cut the circuit. Visions of her mother drifted across her mind like ghosts. Infact, the visions were ghosts, all of her poor, precious mother, under the foot of the evil man who had ruined her life, who was laughing now, laughing at her....
At one point in her life, 'love' might have been a word she would have used to describe how she felt about her father. Not now. She hated every detail of him. Every bit. She hated the way he'd ground her for months due to a tiny infraction of the rule. She hated the way he never seemed to take intrest in her and love her. Infact, he seemed to hate her just as much as she did him. She loathed him for the way he treated her mother, her poor, poor mother. She hated the way he wouldn't let her have friends over, or complained when her mother bought her something expensive as a treat. She hated the way he acted as if she was trying to steal his wife from him, saying that she loved trinity more. It was probably true. She hated the way he smelt when he came home from a bar, all smokey and drunk. The way he acted like her loved her when there was company. The way he was so obsessive about having a 'perfect family' when they were so far from it. She hated him.
Trinity saw violence everywhere, on TV, at home, in movies, on the internet... She read about it in books, even in Harry Potter. She had never reacted to the fake stuff. Never cared. But she saw it, a large crowd around two people, chanting the familiar chant: "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"
She had to peak in, she had too. It was too much temptation, too much knowledge against it. She went white as she saw them, Collin and the other boy, Kyle. Kyle was the jock of the other class, not as popular as collin, but if he beat Collin up..... that was another story. And if Collin refused, then they'd go over to Kyle. And Collin would do anything to defend his reputation.
They dodged and ducked each other's blows. It wasn't very into contact, no one was injured yet. But as Collin turned around to prepare, Trinity saw Kyle approach him, about to spring. She knew the kick he was using. It could probably make Collin end up in the emergency room dome properly. She clapped her hands over her eyes, but then something bigger happened. She felt the urge to do something, to break free, to care. She hated this, it was almost like her mother kicking her father. Something broke free of her, and she did something she had never done before....
"ARRRRGH!!!!" she screamed as she burst from the crowd into the center of the ring, warning him. The people surrounding watched in amazement, and suddenly, she wasn't so much of a geek. Risking herself to warn a guy? Cute, very sweet. girls 'ooooo'ed and 'ahhhh'ed over such a cute action, and pictured themselves, doing the same. Boys chuckled and thought she looked kinda pretty. This was the Trinity that no one had seen. The Trinity that had an opignion, which put a new perpective on her. And that can change a lot.
Collin smiled as he saw her. Sweet? Yeah. Nice? Yeah. She was just a little shrimp, couldn't hurt a fly if she douzed it with millions of cans of bug-killer. This was a different Trinity, one he hadn't seem. He saw Kyle, and smiled. Moving forward, he knocked the enemy down, and everyone cheered. Everyone but Trinity, for whom the moved had been made. She was in shock.
How could he? Hurt another person, so freely? Hadn't he seen the blank, horrified stare that haunted her dreams. The eyes that looked into the spirit, tugging at the soul. The eyes thay were the same as her mother's, or the people on TV's. They were the same as every eye that had seen pain and depair. They were they eyes that every other person seemed to be able to ignore, though she couldn't get them off her mind for a second. They were her own eyes, though she didn't know it.
She went all white, and her mouth opened and closed, like a fish without water. Her throat went so dry she couldn't talk. Her eyes weny wide, wide open, so you could see the whites.
"Thanks," Collin grinned, and put his arm aroound her, motioning for the crowd to applaud, of which they did.
Trinity stayed in that state for five seconds, and then found some strength left in her.
"You're a monster! I hate you!" she cried and ran off sobbing hysterically, all the way home.
It was Collin's turn to be in shock. I hate you? He had never heard those words uttered to him by a girl. He looked towards her, and saw her running off. But there was someone following her. A figure, about her age. Jet black hair, piercing green eyes, thick glasses. Harry? The boy disapeared, yet Collin could not erase him from his mind.
Trinity ran home faster than ever. She rang the doorbell five times, crying harder and harder. Her mother finally opened it, and Trinity cried even harder.
There was a big, red scar on her cheek bone. Old blood fell from it. There was a big purple bruise next to it. Her mother was crying gently. She shifted unconfortably, wondering what her daughter thought of this. She didn't know it was nothing new to her.
"Is he home?" Trinity asked anxiously. "Is he home?"
Her mother shook her head, and her eyes filled with more tears.
They wrapped their arms around each other, crying harder. Nothing could break that bond that puny words could not describe. They felt pain, but they felt love, which often associates with each other. But could one over-power the other? They did not know.
So, chapter 3, wow. Do you like it? Please review!