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.

and smiles at me. Aunt Zoey, the

mom. I’m already eleven years old, she still pecks me on my lips and pinches my face in front of everyone—it’s annoying.

cool because everyone knows that

standing in the middle of the stairs. Her right hand is gripping the rails, and the other is on her sketchpad, pressing against her chest.

she shrieks in surprise.

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 has freckles all over her face, and she’s too skinny. She’s Aunt Zoey and Uncle Logan’s daughter—our family friends. Kiara’s parents both work in our

are you doing here, goldfish?” I narrow my

like the nickname I give her,

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

goldfish, Trinity,” I

and my name is Kiara,” she says softly with a shaky

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

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