Chapter Nine
xX The Trinity Elite Xx
Three weeks, sounds like a long time, huh. I mean when you break it down three weeks turns into twenty one days, and then bam it sounds like a hell of a lot of time.
Let me just summarize what happened over the last 3 weeks, I spent every single second squirming and contemplating what exactly would happen when I finally made it to those lush pastures that beckoned just in the distance.
Time ticked agonizingly slowly away, leaving Gabberella to endlessly mock me.
But finally three weeks passed by and finally Gabby and I stood waiting for the Trinity Express at Laguna station on the edge of town.
Sadly, even Laguna a settling that sounds so utopian still gets winter. But from what I had heard and read about Trinity, a chilly wind and a bit of snow was nothing compared to what waited on the other side of the border.
“So is everything sorted?” I asked Gabby, my voice barely audible over the hiss of the velvet steam snake waiting for us and the hundreds if other students that gathered on the platform. It waited on the curve, steam curling through the air; it reminded me of a monstrous starved snake hissing and seething as hundreds upon hundreds of over privileged teens made their way aboard.
“It sure is, you are now Addison Stanford,” She said looking absolutely proud as her servant wheeled our luggage behind us.
“Wait, you didn’t change my name?”
“It was a little hard, I’m pretty sure that if I changed it to your name you would have been busted,”
“That’s ok. What matters is that I am going to Trinity, finally!”
“That you are my dear that you are!” She shrugged her arms around my shoulder, hitting me in the face with her billowing cloak. “Now come on, let’s get a carriage, there is no way in hell I am sharing with any of these snobs,” Without another word, she steered me through the crowd, causing the glamorous Barbie dolls and the sea of stereotypes to split right down the middle.
I felt like Moses. Completely and utterly mythical.
We shuffled through the cluster of students filing into the velvet snake. Each compartment we found as we advanced down the spine of the steam-powered serpent was jam packed with students dressed in their finest threads, gloating about how they spent their vacations, exchanging stories of glamour and extravagance the likes I had never heard before.
I felt their disgusted glances stalk me, narrowing into slits as they saw me slouching up the spine of the train, wearing a pair of tattered hand-me-down jeans and a baggy wife-beater. If there was ever going to be a time when I felt out of place, it was right now. I suppose having me on this train brought its whole net-worth down by a hundred percent. Okay, I’ll admit it; I don’t know anything about the stock market. Truth be told Wall Street bores the hell out of me, they speak a whole different version of English, one that sounded like mine, but yet it sounded like it was some kind of made up muffles and sniffles.
The train roared into life, huffing and puffing in a way that would put the big-bad-wolf to shame. Steam stained the sky as sunset on my final day in Laguna, and no one was happier to see Laguna’s tropical horizon fade away than me. In my mind it was me saying goodbye to the picture perfect princess and everything that reminded me of her—which was a lot.
Pretty much the entire sea-side settling.
We traveled deeper into the bowels of the serpent, clutching to the compartment doors as the train lurched onwards, slithering up the tracks.
