Post by Trinity Lindley on Feb 13, 2008 12:20:28 GMT -5
Welcome to my Happy Ending
I, Trinity have always
wanted to be in a fairytale and
Cinderella is the one I choose
Some girls don't always get their fantasies. Some don't even get anything, but, sometimes' this also applies to men. And, this is exactly what she was here for. To help her brother get the girl. But, the saying is; Only time heals.
So, what else would she do? Besides to plot and think up strategies to help her older brother? Well, she also as friends, School work, and balancing her own life on the line as well. And, the fact that her older brother is the 'king' of the school, helps not at all. As, it makes things a bit harder, with everybody wanting to be his friend. And, then came those twins, those evil blood-sucking twins who were in love with him. She despised them, but because of the girl that trailed behind them. They forced the poor girl to do everything, and she deserved so much more.
This was where her brother came in. As, she knew he was crushing on her.
However, there was a life before all of this.
Trinity Lindley was born to Mr. Lindley and his wife on June 21st, more currently known as the Summer Solstice. The longest day of the year, and, not many people cared really. However, she did not pass on the fact very often.
When she hit two, things got a bit more complicated for her, and her parents. One, she could talk, and say things normal two year olds couldn't. And, was coming into her ABC's, numbers, etc. very quickly. I guess she was going to be one smart kid. Though, sarcasm also came with this small package.
Like she was almost an expert on this subject, it sometimes' affects the relationships she has with other people, because not all the time is she kidding. And, when in a grumpy or groggy mood, Sarcasm seems to escape her mouth more than air. However, people around her no to just ignore her when this happens.
Then, kindergarten happened. The year that she would meet many other people, also the year she would have to make some friends to live through the school year. And, this, she did not too well. Some people befriended her, and some people completely avoided her for reasons' she did not know of.
And, throughout the year, things got harder and harder for her. As, some people teased her about her name. When, she, so to speak, loved it. It was fairly unique, and doubted she would ever meet somebody with the same name as her, when, in a lot of schools', they have seven Britany's in one class.
This, came to show when in second grade. That if there was somebody else with her name in the world, she would've known by now. Partly because it was a small world after all.
Though making it through Grade School was a bit easy. Now came the harder part. This was Junior High, and, much was expected of Trinity when going into it. Not to mention she had a goal, one to which of making enough friends' tjat year to hold her off through the four years ahead of her.
Though her older brother was actually useful for something, as he was the king of the school. And being related to him, made her almost as popular with kids in her grade. Knowing that if they showed her respect, he would show them respect.
Now, at the age of sixteen, and currently a sophomore at the public school. All is well, for now anyway.
I, Trinity have always
wanted to be in a fairytale and
Cinderella is the one I choose
Some girls don't always get their fantasies. Some don't even get anything, but, sometimes' this also applies to men. And, this is exactly what she was here for. To help her brother get the girl. But, the saying is; Only time heals.
So, what else would she do? Besides to plot and think up strategies to help her older brother? Well, she also as friends, School work, and balancing her own life on the line as well. And, the fact that her older brother is the 'king' of the school, helps not at all. As, it makes things a bit harder, with everybody wanting to be his friend. And, then came those twins, those evil blood-sucking twins who were in love with him. She despised them, but because of the girl that trailed behind them. They forced the poor girl to do everything, and she deserved so much more.
This was where her brother came in. As, she knew he was crushing on her.
However, there was a life before all of this.
Trinity Lindley was born to Mr. Lindley and his wife on June 21st, more currently known as the Summer Solstice. The longest day of the year, and, not many people cared really. However, she did not pass on the fact very often.
When she hit two, things got a bit more complicated for her, and her parents. One, she could talk, and say things normal two year olds couldn't. And, was coming into her ABC's, numbers, etc. very quickly. I guess she was going to be one smart kid. Though, sarcasm also came with this small package.
Like she was almost an expert on this subject, it sometimes' affects the relationships she has with other people, because not all the time is she kidding. And, when in a grumpy or groggy mood, Sarcasm seems to escape her mouth more than air. However, people around her no to just ignore her when this happens.
Then, kindergarten happened. The year that she would meet many other people, also the year she would have to make some friends to live through the school year. And, this, she did not too well. Some people befriended her, and some people completely avoided her for reasons' she did not know of.
And, throughout the year, things got harder and harder for her. As, some people teased her about her name. When, she, so to speak, loved it. It was fairly unique, and doubted she would ever meet somebody with the same name as her, when, in a lot of schools', they have seven Britany's in one class.
This, came to show when in second grade. That if there was somebody else with her name in the world, she would've known by now. Partly because it was a small world after all.
Though making it through Grade School was a bit easy. Now came the harder part. This was Junior High, and, much was expected of Trinity when going into it. Not to mention she had a goal, one to which of making enough friends' tjat year to hold her off through the four years ahead of her.
Though her older brother was actually useful for something, as he was the king of the school. And being related to him, made her almost as popular with kids in her grade. Knowing that if they showed her respect, he would show them respect.
Now, at the age of sixteen, and currently a sophomore at the public school. All is well, for now anyway.
{From a Charmed Site called Charmed: A New Generation}
A girl, not much older than nineteen drove up to her house, blue jeans and a white tee shirt covering her body. She stepped out of the bright blue porsche, and layed her hand on the top of the car. Looking it over. "Wow, I need to re-paint this." she said, referring to the outer look of the house. She grabbed her handbag, and bounded up the sidewalk, opening the door and walking in. "Hello? Is anybody home!?" she called out, not sure if there was or not. After all, it was a saturday.
She set her jacket up on the coatrack, and stepped into the parlor. Sitting down on the floor in front of the table that held the metal bowl in which she used to brew potions. Her very own Book of Shadows next to her. It was an exact replica of the original Halliwell's. As, it did not have Omipresence. And, could not be everywhere at the same time. She opened it, flipping through the pages.
She turned her head when she heard something fall over and bust. Blue and White lights filled her place, as an Energy Ball flew towards her. She thrust her hand forward, and watched as the twirl of psychic energy bellowed from her palm, sending the demon flying backwards. Before she realized it had been a Darklighter. Her eyes got wide when the Crossbow appeared. "This'll be fun." she said wearily, dropping to the floor. She watched as the arrow shot from it's socket, and, once more. Her hand thrust forward, and the very familiar wave of psychic energy escaped her palm, bounding the arrow back toward it's owner. She watched horrifically as the Darklighter burst into flames'. "This gets so old." she muttered, getting to her feet.
"Let the object of objection become but a dream, as I cause the seen to be unseen." She watched quickly as the scorch mark, vanished, leaving the cream carpet as it had been moments' before. She picked up a piece of Mandrake Root and threw it in, stepping back before she added the toadstool. The potion blew up, the smole filing out of the top. "Okay, now, let's see if it will work. Just like Grandma Paige did." she said, sticking her hand in, and grasping some of the silver dust in which it had created. She threw it up into the air, and watched as the Doves came out of nothing. She looked satisfied, satisfied enough to try another potion. "Looks like I'm a better witch after all." she said, setting the bowl aside.
After another clean 'caulron' was out, and the ingredients she needed. She began. Throwing things in left and right, until finally, she needed to back up. She threw the toadstool in once more. But, the impact was more than she had expected. She flew back and hit the wall, feeling a rather large piece of wood jab into her side. She looked down at it, and, it was definitely larger than a splinter. "Ow." she said, trying to get up, before realizing that the wooden plank was actually sticking out of her. "Just what I need, somebody? Anybody?!" she called out, knowing that her form of telekinesis wasn't able to help in these kind of situations.
"Somebody!? Help me!!" she called out once more, hoping that one of her other half-whitelighter cousins would come to the rescue, and be able to get the thing out of her, and even heal her if needed.
A girl, not much older than nineteen drove up to her house, blue jeans and a white tee shirt covering her body. She stepped out of the bright blue porsche, and layed her hand on the top of the car. Looking it over. "Wow, I need to re-paint this." she said, referring to the outer look of the house. She grabbed her handbag, and bounded up the sidewalk, opening the door and walking in. "Hello? Is anybody home!?" she called out, not sure if there was or not. After all, it was a saturday.
She set her jacket up on the coatrack, and stepped into the parlor. Sitting down on the floor in front of the table that held the metal bowl in which she used to brew potions. Her very own Book of Shadows next to her. It was an exact replica of the original Halliwell's. As, it did not have Omipresence. And, could not be everywhere at the same time. She opened it, flipping through the pages.
She turned her head when she heard something fall over and bust. Blue and White lights filled her place, as an Energy Ball flew towards her. She thrust her hand forward, and watched as the twirl of psychic energy bellowed from her palm, sending the demon flying backwards. Before she realized it had been a Darklighter. Her eyes got wide when the Crossbow appeared. "This'll be fun." she said wearily, dropping to the floor. She watched as the arrow shot from it's socket, and, once more. Her hand thrust forward, and the very familiar wave of psychic energy escaped her palm, bounding the arrow back toward it's owner. She watched horrifically as the Darklighter burst into flames'. "This gets so old." she muttered, getting to her feet.
"Let the object of objection become but a dream, as I cause the seen to be unseen." She watched quickly as the scorch mark, vanished, leaving the cream carpet as it had been moments' before. She picked up a piece of Mandrake Root and threw it in, stepping back before she added the toadstool. The potion blew up, the smole filing out of the top. "Okay, now, let's see if it will work. Just like Grandma Paige did." she said, sticking her hand in, and grasping some of the silver dust in which it had created. She threw it up into the air, and watched as the Doves came out of nothing. She looked satisfied, satisfied enough to try another potion. "Looks like I'm a better witch after all." she said, setting the bowl aside.
After another clean 'caulron' was out, and the ingredients she needed. She began. Throwing things in left and right, until finally, she needed to back up. She threw the toadstool in once more. But, the impact was more than she had expected. She flew back and hit the wall, feeling a rather large piece of wood jab into her side. She looked down at it, and, it was definitely larger than a splinter. "Ow." she said, trying to get up, before realizing that the wooden plank was actually sticking out of her. "Just what I need, somebody? Anybody?!" she called out, knowing that her form of telekinesis wasn't able to help in these kind of situations.
"Somebody!? Help me!!" she called out once more, hoping that one of her other half-whitelighter cousins would come to the rescue, and be able to get the thing out of her, and even heal her if needed.
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