Chapter 4
Hi! No one is reviewing anymore, oh well......
Key: (This during the story means I'm talking)
This means Trinity is writing in her story from chapters 2+3
And also, there is an incredible amount of legal work involved in the chapter, but I didn't want to put it in because it's so confusing, so as unbelievable as it may seem, everything to do with 'the big event' in this chapter is legal. (Please see note at bottom of chapter.)
So, OK let's get on with the story except for this:
Note to disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter. There.
It was so hard to see what no one else could, acting like it wasn't there. She could feel it, everywhere. Like it was some type of thing that you couldn't really care about. Like nothing ever really happens to people that really matters. Like other people mattered at all.
Often she wished she wasn't this way, infact, she always wished she wasn't this way. Maybe this would have changed if her father wasn't so possesive of her mother. Or maybe it wouldn't have happened if her father had really loved her.....
Trinity paused in her thoughts in her mother's arms. She felt so helpless, like nothing she could do or had done could ever help. She paused and let more tears come out. They spilled all over her mother's clothes as she cried, harder and harder. She sqeezed her eyes shut to stop them, but they flowed out just as freely.
"Mom....." she sobbed. "I... I don't want to stay here.... I want to.... to go away!"
Her mother looked at her in the eye.
"You don't?" she asked, though the answer was obvious.
Trinity shook her head back and forth, so her long, brown hair swayed. She gazed up into her mother's eyes again, and felt the tears starting to brew.
"Then let's go," she announced, a new boldness cracking out from underneath the clay that had so strongly help it down. Maria felt a new urge, to rise about the darkness that had made her cower to the filthy slob that had saved yet ruined her life. It was time to change. She wasn't the uneducated young Spanish immigrant she was when she had first met him. She had lived, she had learned. She had been.
"Mom?" Trinity questioned, so shocked at the change of attitude in her mother. But she didn't doubt this statement. It was the one in her dreams. Who ever heard of turning down a dream? A dream was something you had to need to live. A dream was something, that as long as it was for good purpose, came true. Now was her time to rise.
Her mother walked over to the phone and dialed in the number, slightly shakey, but confident. Why was she doing this? She didn't like to appear weak to anyone. She hated crying infront of her daughter, but it was unhelpable. Now was her moment to look strong and brave. Little did she know this stubborn spirit was the one that saved her daughter's life.
"Hello? This is Maria Angeloz, phning in saying Trinity of 7-5 will not be in school this afternoon. Good-bye," she said stubbornly into the reciever.
"You used your maiden name," said Trinity, looking up.
Her mother glared at her. Not at her directly, but looking at her, meaning it towards Ted.
"I will never, ever, ever use his horrid name attached to mine ever, ever again! Do you hear me?! Never!" she announced, almost shouting. This did not upset Trinity, she liked it. She liked the boldness. She liked the hope where there seemed none left. It was their life, why should they live it under someone else?
"Neither will I," Trinity replied, trying to get the same tone. "Neither will I. I'm Trinity Angeloz."
Her mother smiled and said, "Any other names you'd like to change while you're at it?"
Trinity looked at her seriously in the eye. "I wanna change my middle name. He gave me my middle name. I don't want memories."
Maria laughed long and hard. It was a nice sound, not heard in a long time. Infact, there had never been such a rich and happy laugh in the house. But her reply was serious, "If you want to, you can. Why not?"
Trinity giggled as she ran upstairs to get her trunk. But then she stopped at the top. What would her father think? What would he do when he found out they were leaving and divorcing? Would he stalk her, hurt her more? What would he do? He'd be even angryer, and suddenly all happiness that had ever been got swept away in all the rushing waterfall of worry that poured from her.
She walked into the room and sat on the trunk. She tried to fold clothes and put them in, but she couldn't. Everything she cared about, every stuffed animal, book, anything, was in there already. But that wasn't the reason. She was scared.
"Harry," she cried softly. ****************************
"Harry?!" Collin said in surprise. But he knew it had something to do with Trinity. He had hurt her without touching her. No, he had touched her, every punch he had thrown she had felt, even if he had aimed for someone else. She wasn't ordinary.
He looked down, and there it lay. 'I Wrote This' by Trinity. A book, almost full of writing. She wrote? He never knew she had started a novel. Trinity?
He opened the first page and started to read. He didn't notice the black-haired boy, hovering over him. Some people like to help others see. Harry was one of those people. The hope when no else seemed.
OK, thanks for the review! Youpie! I always like more. Just some notes:
a) Maria, in real life, had filled out plenty of legal forms for divorce beforehand, I just didn't put it in.
b) I'm thinking of changing the story name. Do you think it's a good idea? People may not get the meaning of the title unless they read the coming chapters.
c) Angeloz may not be a real Spanish name, but I have a Spanish friend who's last name is Angeloz, so that's for you, Dora!
d) What do you think Trinity's middle name should be? I was thinking Grace or Hope, but I want suggestions please!
e) I showed this to my friend, and she thought the story would finnish in the next two chapters. IT WILL NOT!! There's a lot more to tell....
OK, that's it, buh bye!
Hi! No one is reviewing anymore, oh well......
Key: (This during the story means I'm talking)
This means Trinity is writing in her story from chapters 2+3
And also, there is an incredible amount of legal work involved in the chapter, but I didn't want to put it in because it's so confusing, so as unbelievable as it may seem, everything to do with 'the big event' in this chapter is legal. (Please see note at bottom of chapter.)
So, OK let's get on with the story except for this:
Note to disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter. There.
It was so hard to see what no one else could, acting like it wasn't there. She could feel it, everywhere. Like it was some type of thing that you couldn't really care about. Like nothing ever really happens to people that really matters. Like other people mattered at all.
Often she wished she wasn't this way, infact, she always wished she wasn't this way. Maybe this would have changed if her father wasn't so possesive of her mother. Or maybe it wouldn't have happened if her father had really loved her.....
Trinity paused in her thoughts in her mother's arms. She felt so helpless, like nothing she could do or had done could ever help. She paused and let more tears come out. They spilled all over her mother's clothes as she cried, harder and harder. She sqeezed her eyes shut to stop them, but they flowed out just as freely.
"Mom....." she sobbed. "I... I don't want to stay here.... I want to.... to go away!"
Her mother looked at her in the eye.
"You don't?" she asked, though the answer was obvious.
Trinity shook her head back and forth, so her long, brown hair swayed. She gazed up into her mother's eyes again, and felt the tears starting to brew.
"Then let's go," she announced, a new boldness cracking out from underneath the clay that had so strongly help it down. Maria felt a new urge, to rise about the darkness that had made her cower to the filthy slob that had saved yet ruined her life. It was time to change. She wasn't the uneducated young Spanish immigrant she was when she had first met him. She had lived, she had learned. She had been.
"Mom?" Trinity questioned, so shocked at the change of attitude in her mother. But she didn't doubt this statement. It was the one in her dreams. Who ever heard of turning down a dream? A dream was something you had to need to live. A dream was something, that as long as it was for good purpose, came true. Now was her time to rise.
Her mother walked over to the phone and dialed in the number, slightly shakey, but confident. Why was she doing this? She didn't like to appear weak to anyone. She hated crying infront of her daughter, but it was unhelpable. Now was her moment to look strong and brave. Little did she know this stubborn spirit was the one that saved her daughter's life.
"Hello? This is Maria Angeloz, phning in saying Trinity of 7-5 will not be in school this afternoon. Good-bye," she said stubbornly into the reciever.
"You used your maiden name," said Trinity, looking up.
Her mother glared at her. Not at her directly, but looking at her, meaning it towards Ted.
"I will never, ever, ever use his horrid name attached to mine ever, ever again! Do you hear me?! Never!" she announced, almost shouting. This did not upset Trinity, she liked it. She liked the boldness. She liked the hope where there seemed none left. It was their life, why should they live it under someone else?
"Neither will I," Trinity replied, trying to get the same tone. "Neither will I. I'm Trinity Angeloz."
Her mother smiled and said, "Any other names you'd like to change while you're at it?"
Trinity looked at her seriously in the eye. "I wanna change my middle name. He gave me my middle name. I don't want memories."
Maria laughed long and hard. It was a nice sound, not heard in a long time. Infact, there had never been such a rich and happy laugh in the house. But her reply was serious, "If you want to, you can. Why not?"
Trinity giggled as she ran upstairs to get her trunk. But then she stopped at the top. What would her father think? What would he do when he found out they were leaving and divorcing? Would he stalk her, hurt her more? What would he do? He'd be even angryer, and suddenly all happiness that had ever been got swept away in all the rushing waterfall of worry that poured from her.
She walked into the room and sat on the trunk. She tried to fold clothes and put them in, but she couldn't. Everything she cared about, every stuffed animal, book, anything, was in there already. But that wasn't the reason. She was scared.
"Harry," she cried softly. ****************************
"Harry?!" Collin said in surprise. But he knew it had something to do with Trinity. He had hurt her without touching her. No, he had touched her, every punch he had thrown she had felt, even if he had aimed for someone else. She wasn't ordinary.
He looked down, and there it lay. 'I Wrote This' by Trinity. A book, almost full of writing. She wrote? He never knew she had started a novel. Trinity?
He opened the first page and started to read. He didn't notice the black-haired boy, hovering over him. Some people like to help others see. Harry was one of those people. The hope when no else seemed.
OK, thanks for the review! Youpie! I always like more. Just some notes:
a) Maria, in real life, had filled out plenty of legal forms for divorce beforehand, I just didn't put it in.
b) I'm thinking of changing the story name. Do you think it's a good idea? People may not get the meaning of the title unless they read the coming chapters.
c) Angeloz may not be a real Spanish name, but I have a Spanish friend who's last name is Angeloz, so that's for you, Dora!
d) What do you think Trinity's middle name should be? I was thinking Grace or Hope, but I want suggestions please!
e) I showed this to my friend, and she thought the story would finnish in the next two chapters. IT WILL NOT!! There's a lot more to tell....
OK, that's it, buh bye!