Bashing Trinity

Chapter 0 Prologue-Annoy

BASH

I am so annoyed with the art teacher who didn’t appreciate my watercolor painting. I hop out of the car without thanking my driver.

Sprinting inside the house with my backpack tightly grasp, I stomp my feet to our expansive living room. I was practicing the same concept last night over and over again until it looked satisfactory.

I admit I’m so bad at art, but it hurts my ego because I’m excellent at every subject. I can play the piano, cello, violin, and guitar with my eyes closed. I can solve math in just one look at the problem, but art? Ugh! I grimace at the thought of it.

I stop to halt when I notice mom and one of her best friends are laughing together. Their voices are echoing in the living room.

They abruptly stop when they notice me.

Mom’s beautiful face lights up and smiles at me. Aunt Zoey, the redhead does the same.

years old, she still pecks me on my lips and pinches my face in front

that I’m a good boy of the King and Hughes.

my backpack over my shoulder. I almost bump into Kiara, whose standing in the middle of the stairs. Her right hand is gripping

shrieks in

messy. She reminds me of Nerida.

are you doing here, goldfish?” I narrow

She doesn’t like the nickname I give her, but I

and doesn’t meet my gaze as she grips her sketchpad to her chest. She didn’t

goldfish, Trinity,” I say

Kiara,” she says softly with a shaky voice. I know

“And what’s in that sketchpad of yours?” I quickly snatch from her grip.

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