Chapter 5
Yippee!!!! I'd LOVE to thank everyone who reviewed, and I'd like to note that the 'What will Trinity's middle name be?' contest is still up. Here's how it stands:
Hope: 1 from review
Avril: 1 from friend (Avril is my first name (*), but we're talking about Avril Lavigne!)
Michelle: 1 from friend (Cuz Michelle Branch n' Avril Lavigne rock!)
And by the way, I'm dividing this story into three parts. This, part one, is 'End or Begining?', the second is called 'Trials and Tribulations' and the third will be called 'Only Hope'. See bottom please.
Note to disclaimers: And yessss! That is the right answer! JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, not me! You win a million dollars! (Or how 'bout a big kiss instead, he he, he he!)
-The free bird wanted to fly, but how could she be let out of her cage when it was already open, but there was a cat guarding it? How could a bird remove the cat? Cats were big and hairy, sometimes very vicious. Birds were small, and mostly fell victim to cats. Maybe if she were an eagle she could fly. But she wasn't an eagle, but a sparrow against a lion.-
Trinity read and reread what she had written on a sheet of loose leaf. Where had her book gone. Perhaps slipped out of her backpack? She didn't know, but she missed it. It was her dream. It was her hope. It was her.
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Collin gazed down at the sky blue notebook, more like a diary-style book than anything. It was definately powerful. Moving. He had never been this moved by a book. Yeah, Harry was great, but he couldn't believe that someone had to live through such stuff, like that. It was scary!
But the thing that spooked him out the most was that she had wrote about him. Yes, she had called him 'Cameron' but any fool that knew him could see that 'Cameron' was the boastful boy who thought the world was at his mercy and always picked on 'Taniya', though she still liked him. It really put things into perspective. He wasn't hearing what his faults were from a giggly girl telling him he was 'perfect'. This girl did not sugar coat things.
It wasn't, "Oh, he was really an asshole, but that's OK, I'll go on to make him a sweet, lovable character."
It was, "You totally screwed up my life in emotions whether I love you or hate you, and I really don't need that, so would you please get the hell out of my face?!"
Swearing, one thing he could live without. He was going to change. Ahem, why?! Why, you may ask, would a popular, loved boy change for a somewhat unpopular tiny girl? Well, it was because, Trinity wasn't what he had thought.
She wasn't just the quiet little smart kid. She had already proven that! But she wasn't just a normal person, living a normal life! She was a walking, talking, living, breathing person! She had to put up with all that stuff that had screwed up her life; her father abusing her mother physically and her mentally, her mother keeping it secret, her whole dilema of kids teasing her, seeing the face of someone beating another person up, people snobbing her. He stopped. HIM!!!!
He was part of the problem! He was messing up Trinity's life! He was a problem. He had never put it that way. Geeks didn't seem to have feelings. But Trinity was more than a geek. She was caring and compassionate, even and she was very..... complimentable, beauty-wise. He view had made him see, no longer just a cute face to smile at girls, he stood. Waiting for the bell to ring, to end lunch, just so he could see her, appologize. Maybe she'd make his character adjust too, then. She had written such a powerful novel, and yet, it might not even matter to someone else. It was the eyes of the holder that was the judge.
"I need to find her," he said eventually.
Did he here a voice say 'good,'? He thought he just had. He glanced up at the trees, and there was the kid.
Black hair, green eyes. Same glasses.
"Harry?" he gaped. The boy winked and vannished.
Trinity sat and waited, looking at her trunk, fully packed. She took one last look at the nook in her closet. It was old and full of horrid memories, but for finally the last time, she'd sit and wait for....
The door creaked a bit.
"Harry," she whispered, very softly and gently, so not to let anyone else hear.
He nodded, to the trust and faith she had in him for the mention of his name. He felt like Trinity was much younger than him, but much wiser, if only she could learn to understand the true meaning of the wisdom in her. Because truthfully, she was wiser than him, and many children her age, and even wiser than most people were when they were much older. Because she had been through all this. Good, no. He wished she was not this wise, because then she would lead a normal life.
Life is a flower. Pain is watered with tears. Tears show compassion. Compassion sprouts into wisdom. Wisdom blooms into love. Love is life. All is life. But life is never fair. Why wasn't life fair? Why couldn't it just equal itself out? Why couldn't kids in Africa just hand a bit of pain over to everyone, so the burden would be carried out equally. Why couldn't pain come to someone who deserved it?
"Harry," she said again, and looked up at him.
He looked back at her sadly.
"Harry, I'm not sure if I want to.... if I'm brave enough.... to do this.... go away.... away from home....." her voice trailed off.
He nodded.
When would the flower bloom.
SNEAK PEAK: (for next and future chapters) "Well, if you'd stop feeling so sorry for yourself, than maybe you'd just look up and see that some people love you, it's not my fault your father doesn't!"
"Why do you always pretend to be someone you're not, like you're all that. Lift the veil please!"
"Get away from him, you fag. What the hell?"
"Why is the world against me, Harry?"
Notes: *= My name is Avril Angel, but I go by my second name.
-Thanks to all my reviewers, I love them, I appreciate them! They really touched me!
-I'm always up for more reviews.
-Two polls: 'Should Collin and Trinity fall in love?' and 'What should Trinity's middle name be?'
Yippee!!!! I'd LOVE to thank everyone who reviewed, and I'd like to note that the 'What will Trinity's middle name be?' contest is still up. Here's how it stands:
Hope: 1 from review
Avril: 1 from friend (Avril is my first name (*), but we're talking about Avril Lavigne!)
Michelle: 1 from friend (Cuz Michelle Branch n' Avril Lavigne rock!)
And by the way, I'm dividing this story into three parts. This, part one, is 'End or Begining?', the second is called 'Trials and Tribulations' and the third will be called 'Only Hope'. See bottom please.
Note to disclaimers: And yessss! That is the right answer! JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, not me! You win a million dollars! (Or how 'bout a big kiss instead, he he, he he!)
-The free bird wanted to fly, but how could she be let out of her cage when it was already open, but there was a cat guarding it? How could a bird remove the cat? Cats were big and hairy, sometimes very vicious. Birds were small, and mostly fell victim to cats. Maybe if she were an eagle she could fly. But she wasn't an eagle, but a sparrow against a lion.-
Trinity read and reread what she had written on a sheet of loose leaf. Where had her book gone. Perhaps slipped out of her backpack? She didn't know, but she missed it. It was her dream. It was her hope. It was her.
**********************************
Collin gazed down at the sky blue notebook, more like a diary-style book than anything. It was definately powerful. Moving. He had never been this moved by a book. Yeah, Harry was great, but he couldn't believe that someone had to live through such stuff, like that. It was scary!
But the thing that spooked him out the most was that she had wrote about him. Yes, she had called him 'Cameron' but any fool that knew him could see that 'Cameron' was the boastful boy who thought the world was at his mercy and always picked on 'Taniya', though she still liked him. It really put things into perspective. He wasn't hearing what his faults were from a giggly girl telling him he was 'perfect'. This girl did not sugar coat things.
It wasn't, "Oh, he was really an asshole, but that's OK, I'll go on to make him a sweet, lovable character."
It was, "You totally screwed up my life in emotions whether I love you or hate you, and I really don't need that, so would you please get the hell out of my face?!"
Swearing, one thing he could live without. He was going to change. Ahem, why?! Why, you may ask, would a popular, loved boy change for a somewhat unpopular tiny girl? Well, it was because, Trinity wasn't what he had thought.
She wasn't just the quiet little smart kid. She had already proven that! But she wasn't just a normal person, living a normal life! She was a walking, talking, living, breathing person! She had to put up with all that stuff that had screwed up her life; her father abusing her mother physically and her mentally, her mother keeping it secret, her whole dilema of kids teasing her, seeing the face of someone beating another person up, people snobbing her. He stopped. HIM!!!!
He was part of the problem! He was messing up Trinity's life! He was a problem. He had never put it that way. Geeks didn't seem to have feelings. But Trinity was more than a geek. She was caring and compassionate, even and she was very..... complimentable, beauty-wise. He view had made him see, no longer just a cute face to smile at girls, he stood. Waiting for the bell to ring, to end lunch, just so he could see her, appologize. Maybe she'd make his character adjust too, then. She had written such a powerful novel, and yet, it might not even matter to someone else. It was the eyes of the holder that was the judge.
"I need to find her," he said eventually.
Did he here a voice say 'good,'? He thought he just had. He glanced up at the trees, and there was the kid.
Black hair, green eyes. Same glasses.
"Harry?" he gaped. The boy winked and vannished.
Trinity sat and waited, looking at her trunk, fully packed. She took one last look at the nook in her closet. It was old and full of horrid memories, but for finally the last time, she'd sit and wait for....
The door creaked a bit.
"Harry," she whispered, very softly and gently, so not to let anyone else hear.
He nodded, to the trust and faith she had in him for the mention of his name. He felt like Trinity was much younger than him, but much wiser, if only she could learn to understand the true meaning of the wisdom in her. Because truthfully, she was wiser than him, and many children her age, and even wiser than most people were when they were much older. Because she had been through all this. Good, no. He wished she was not this wise, because then she would lead a normal life.
Life is a flower. Pain is watered with tears. Tears show compassion. Compassion sprouts into wisdom. Wisdom blooms into love. Love is life. All is life. But life is never fair. Why wasn't life fair? Why couldn't it just equal itself out? Why couldn't kids in Africa just hand a bit of pain over to everyone, so the burden would be carried out equally. Why couldn't pain come to someone who deserved it?
"Harry," she said again, and looked up at him.
He looked back at her sadly.
"Harry, I'm not sure if I want to.... if I'm brave enough.... to do this.... go away.... away from home....." her voice trailed off.
He nodded.
When would the flower bloom.
SNEAK PEAK: (for next and future chapters) "Well, if you'd stop feeling so sorry for yourself, than maybe you'd just look up and see that some people love you, it's not my fault your father doesn't!"
"Why do you always pretend to be someone you're not, like you're all that. Lift the veil please!"
"Get away from him, you fag. What the hell?"
"Why is the world against me, Harry?"
Notes: *= My name is Avril Angel, but I go by my second name.
-Thanks to all my reviewers, I love them, I appreciate them! They really touched me!
-I'm always up for more reviews.
-Two polls: 'Should Collin and Trinity fall in love?' and 'What should Trinity's middle name be?'