Trinity was angry.
Actually, it would not be inappropriate to say that she was furious.
She had been forced, somehow, to attend that stupid recruitment rally for the cheerleaders, along with the rest of the junior class. That, was bad enough.
Then, she was chosen to become a cheer leader. The notion was laughable, and she and her friends had a good laugh about it, at the time. So that was idiotic, but forgivable.
Then, she had her body twisted and changed. That, was not forgivable. However, she felt strangely comfortable with the change. It wasn't as concerning as she figured it should be. Which, to Trinity, implied that her mind had been messed with as well.
And that...was what was pushing her over the edge.
I don't get it though. If that bitch can mess with our minds, why not make us into complacent little cheerleaders? Trinity wondered to herself. What's she playing at?
Trinity made her way to her home and entered. She tossed her bag down at the door and went to the living room to sit down and think for a while. She stopped as she entered into the room, and looked around. The furniture had all been replaced with much nicer furniture. Though, she noted, that the house was still kind of messy.
"The old man can't afford stuff like this..." Trinity said to herself, eying everything with suspicion. There was even a 50 inch flat screen TV where this morning there had been an ancient 32 inch CRT.
Her father ran his own business, but it was not doing well. She came in early in the mornings to find her father still up, worrying about the state of his company. As a matter of fact, he had recently needed to take on a part time job just to continue making ends meat.
She decided to go and check out her room, and like the others, found that it had drastically changed, now reflecting her new life. She did find items that, again, she was sure her father could not afford which raised her suspicion more.
Deciding to head back down to the living room, Trinity turned on the TV, hoping to distract herself from the days events. About an hour later, she heard the door open and saw her father walk in.
"Hello, Trinity. How was your day?" Mr. Blake asked.
"Just peachy..." Trinity responded in a deadpan voice. "How's business?"
"Well, you know, we're starting to ramp up now. Gonna have to see about hiring some more men."
"What? Really?" Trinity asked, sitting up slightly.
"Yeah, and one of the trucks broke down earlier, so I gotta talk to McMillan about getting it fixed." Mr. Blake said, heading to the kitchen and grabbing a beer.
"McMillan?" Trinity asked. "Why?"
"Well, that's one of the benefits of him being an investor. He helps pay when things go wrong." Mr. Blake said, sitting on the couch next to his daughter.
"McMillan...you don't say." Trinity said, leaning back. Very interesting
"So, what do you wanna do for dinner, kid?"
