I walked through the hallways of school Saint Aubrey holding my books for english. My name is Trinity Hudson I am currently 16 years old and i couldnt be happier with my life. I have two amazing close friends that i grew up with. My grades in school are amazing and i have nothing to worry about. I do have eyes for a boy named Chris but obviously he is apart of the 'Popular' group. I do wish he noticed me but i dont need a boy to notice me as I am an independet women.
I walked into the classroom and sat down at my desk and decided to start my Englsh assignment. We had to write an essay on how Romeo and Juliet were described through out the play. Chris had decided to sit infront of me so i had obviously gotton distracted and sarted to stare at him, i couldnt help it the way his eyes sparkled in the sun was just bueatiful.
After class had finished i had walked out to my locker and grabbed my books for the next class when ym friend Emma had appeared.
"Did you hear about the party on Friday" Emmahad said while she bounced up and down with excitement
"No, i never get told about theese things" i say as i brush the hair out of my face.
"Well we are obviously going" She says before she leaves for class
I walk off thinking about how much i do not want to go to this party as I entered Math class. Oh how I dreaded this class like everyone does all the math, Algebra, Triangles it annoyed me whenever i could not get an answer correct.
I had finished the booklet we were given to fill out before the bell rang for recess so i was given the permission to leave early. I walked out to the canteen where i sat at our usual table. It was located in the corner outside right near the school fountain, not near the trash can but not close to the 'Popular' groups table.
My two friends Emma and Lilith had arrived and they started to talk about what they were going to wear to the party on Friday where i couldnt care less. I was lost in my journal where i started to sketch a new drawing which was a Rose. I started to outline it
I had always wanted to be a famous artist, my mother loved to paint and when she had me she had to stop so she could cre for me and her family.
Author Note: Ok i know this is really bad but please leave sugggestions on how i can improve and also what you would like to see in this book.
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