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.

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

old, she still pecks me on my lips and pinches my face in front of everyone—it’s annoying.

Aunt Zoey.” I play cool because everyone knows that I’m a good boy of the King and Hughes.

in the middle of the stairs. Her right hand is gripping the rails, and the other is

shrieks in surprise.

Her 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 Nerida. She

are you doing here, goldfish?” I narrow my eyes, asking her annoyingly.

I give her, but I like to

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

goldfish,

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

have orange hair with big eyes,” I say, demonstrating how big her eyes are. “And what’s in that sketchpad of yours?” I quickly snatch from her grip. “As

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