Chapter 7
Wow, chapter seven! I've never gotten to a chapter seven before. I'd like to thank all reviewers, you all mean so much to me. (Sniff, sniff.) Thanks, Lil. Your story is great, when will the next chapter be out? (*)And I'd like to add that the current time in this story is just after 'Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets' was released. Did I say that already? Oh well, hear it twice! (LOL)
And also, I'd appreciate it if someone told me how to write a bio and how to get itallics for Trinity's stories. OK? Well, let's get started after....
Note to disclaimers: You are delaying the story even longer. That really sucks. But I don't own Harry Potter.
-Haircuts can be odd things. They can truely affect you or not. She felt affected. The siscors didn't only clip her hair, but clipped of all the sorrow and misery she had gone threw. Her father had liked her long hair. Another reason she wanted to cut it. But after the hair cut, for the first time in her life, she could shake her head around without hair weighing her down, or it flying in her eyes. It was freedom in both ways, because for the first time, she could enjoy herself without the hair flying in her eyes, worrying about her mother, and without the hair weighing down her freedom. Hair had been like shackles. Now was time to let go.-
Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity,Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity.
It was after school and Collin was going threw all his things. She wasn't there. She wasn't there! What had her father done.
There was one thing that truely soothed him like that. He checked his e- mail. Computers and visiting porn sites made his brain go soft and made him forget everything. He might not of looked at porn sites for Trinity, but now she was gone. Why should he care? He checked his e-mail. One from Natasha. Jeremy. Went. Ashleigh. Trinity. Jane. Trinity?!
He skipped all the others, and read Trinity's. It was as polite as a letter, with all proper capitilization and spelling.
Dear Collin,
I am sorry I was not here this afternoon to work on our project. I must have doused you with plenty of work. Please accept my humble appologies. I might not be at school tomorrow.
Yours sincerely,
Trinity She wasn't coming. Not good.
"ARGH!" he cried out in anger. Everything else in life had been so easy, why was he crying over ONE STUPID GIRL! He had all the other girls begging at his feet to go out with him. He was used to silver platers. It wasn't right, WHAT WAS GOING ON?!
He knew what to do. Get rid of everything. Every single little thing that reminded him of Trinity. Everything. He started with the glove he had worn when he had punched Kyle. He put it in a garbage bag, along with his English binder. And the valentine she had given him in second grade. And the pencil he had lent her.
AN HOUR AND FIVE GARBAGE BAGS LATER..................
And along with that world atlas. There were world atlases in his class. And Trinity was, or maybe used to, be in his class. And don't forget that new earring. Trinity wore earrings. Plus the bible. Adam and Eve didn't wear clothes, just like he'd like to see Trinity. Wait, wouldn't he get sent to Hell for that? He placed the bible back on the shelf.
"Get a grip," said a voice.
Collin turned around.
"What?!" he asked.
It was the boy. Same hair, same eyes, same glasses. Same shirt unbottoned over shirt, same blue jeans.
"Get a grip, she still likes you, you moron," Harry grinned.
"Huh?" asked Collin.
"She still likes you," Harry repeated and left Collin to do his wonderings.
Trinity WAS there the next day. Collin ran up to her.
"Hi," she smiled, yet blushed, at the unknown attention.
"Um.... hi," he said carefully.
"So..... um.... what's up?" she said.
"Well, um... you got your hair cut, I see," he replied.
Trinity blushed the deepest crimson and looked down. She was glad he had noticed. Her bangs extended down to her chin bone, but the rest didn't even go to the back of her neck. It was choppy, slightly boyish, and looked better on her than the long hair had.
"Well, I came... to give you your book. And, um, maybe, for the sole sake of doing our project and absolutely nothing else, you could come over on Saturday to do our project and nothing else," he said, not realising how silly it sounded.
Trinity bit her tongue to keep her from giggling. He was shy, obviously.
"Yeah, maybe," she agreed and took the notebook. She usually would have felt happier..... but,..... she didn't know. The book didn't seem to matter as much any more. There was something else......
"Collin!" called Natasha.
"Gotta go, see ya!" he said, leaving her to go see his friends. But something was bothering him, something that he had just noticed. Why hadn't he thought of telling someone? He wondered that. Why not? Maybe because he had never seemed to be the type to let his feelings show, but still, why hadn't he?
He knew he wouldn't. It just wasn't that way. But why was she out of school yesterday?
What was going on? Why did he care?
(*)= Lil is the author of 'The Begining of a Love Story'. Me n' her are internet chummies.
And, yeah, a kinda tye-in chapter, but plenty of exciting things are to come! I'm expecting 3 or 4 more chapters in this part, but you never know, there might be more! OK, please read and review!
Wow, chapter seven! I've never gotten to a chapter seven before. I'd like to thank all reviewers, you all mean so much to me. (Sniff, sniff.) Thanks, Lil. Your story is great, when will the next chapter be out? (*)And I'd like to add that the current time in this story is just after 'Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets' was released. Did I say that already? Oh well, hear it twice! (LOL)
And also, I'd appreciate it if someone told me how to write a bio and how to get itallics for Trinity's stories. OK? Well, let's get started after....
Note to disclaimers: You are delaying the story even longer. That really sucks. But I don't own Harry Potter.
-Haircuts can be odd things. They can truely affect you or not. She felt affected. The siscors didn't only clip her hair, but clipped of all the sorrow and misery she had gone threw. Her father had liked her long hair. Another reason she wanted to cut it. But after the hair cut, for the first time in her life, she could shake her head around without hair weighing her down, or it flying in her eyes. It was freedom in both ways, because for the first time, she could enjoy herself without the hair flying in her eyes, worrying about her mother, and without the hair weighing down her freedom. Hair had been like shackles. Now was time to let go.-
Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity,Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, Trinity.
It was after school and Collin was going threw all his things. She wasn't there. She wasn't there! What had her father done.
There was one thing that truely soothed him like that. He checked his e- mail. Computers and visiting porn sites made his brain go soft and made him forget everything. He might not of looked at porn sites for Trinity, but now she was gone. Why should he care? He checked his e-mail. One from Natasha. Jeremy. Went. Ashleigh. Trinity. Jane. Trinity?!
He skipped all the others, and read Trinity's. It was as polite as a letter, with all proper capitilization and spelling.
Dear Collin,
I am sorry I was not here this afternoon to work on our project. I must have doused you with plenty of work. Please accept my humble appologies. I might not be at school tomorrow.
Yours sincerely,
Trinity She wasn't coming. Not good.
"ARGH!" he cried out in anger. Everything else in life had been so easy, why was he crying over ONE STUPID GIRL! He had all the other girls begging at his feet to go out with him. He was used to silver platers. It wasn't right, WHAT WAS GOING ON?!
He knew what to do. Get rid of everything. Every single little thing that reminded him of Trinity. Everything. He started with the glove he had worn when he had punched Kyle. He put it in a garbage bag, along with his English binder. And the valentine she had given him in second grade. And the pencil he had lent her.
AN HOUR AND FIVE GARBAGE BAGS LATER..................
And along with that world atlas. There were world atlases in his class. And Trinity was, or maybe used to, be in his class. And don't forget that new earring. Trinity wore earrings. Plus the bible. Adam and Eve didn't wear clothes, just like he'd like to see Trinity. Wait, wouldn't he get sent to Hell for that? He placed the bible back on the shelf.
"Get a grip," said a voice.
Collin turned around.
"What?!" he asked.
It was the boy. Same hair, same eyes, same glasses. Same shirt unbottoned over shirt, same blue jeans.
"Get a grip, she still likes you, you moron," Harry grinned.
"Huh?" asked Collin.
"She still likes you," Harry repeated and left Collin to do his wonderings.
Trinity WAS there the next day. Collin ran up to her.
"Hi," she smiled, yet blushed, at the unknown attention.
"Um.... hi," he said carefully.
"So..... um.... what's up?" she said.
"Well, um... you got your hair cut, I see," he replied.
Trinity blushed the deepest crimson and looked down. She was glad he had noticed. Her bangs extended down to her chin bone, but the rest didn't even go to the back of her neck. It was choppy, slightly boyish, and looked better on her than the long hair had.
"Well, I came... to give you your book. And, um, maybe, for the sole sake of doing our project and absolutely nothing else, you could come over on Saturday to do our project and nothing else," he said, not realising how silly it sounded.
Trinity bit her tongue to keep her from giggling. He was shy, obviously.
"Yeah, maybe," she agreed and took the notebook. She usually would have felt happier..... but,..... she didn't know. The book didn't seem to matter as much any more. There was something else......
"Collin!" called Natasha.
"Gotta go, see ya!" he said, leaving her to go see his friends. But something was bothering him, something that he had just noticed. Why hadn't he thought of telling someone? He wondered that. Why not? Maybe because he had never seemed to be the type to let his feelings show, but still, why hadn't he?
He knew he wouldn't. It just wasn't that way. But why was she out of school yesterday?
What was going on? Why did he care?
(*)= Lil is the author of 'The Begining of a Love Story'. Me n' her are internet chummies.
And, yeah, a kinda tye-in chapter, but plenty of exciting things are to come! I'm expecting 3 or 4 more chapters in this part, but you never know, there might be more! OK, please read and review!