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.

me. Aunt Zoey, the redhead does the same. I smile timidly

mom. I’m already eleven years old, she still pecks me on my lips and pinches my

knows that I’m a good boy of the King and

to the carpeted staircase, slinging my backpack over my shoulder. I almost bump into Kiara, whose standing in the middle of

“Bash!” she shrieks in

curly or more or like ringlet red lacks is like she has jammed her finger to the electrical outlet—so messy. She reminds me of

doing here, goldfish?” I narrow my eyes,

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

as she grips her sketchpad to her chest. She didn’t

“Well, you look like goldfish,

my name is Kiara,” she says softly

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

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