Chapter One: My Ghetto School
italics= third person *=Damon **=Trinitia ***=Markane
I sat down in my chair, just waiting for the day to end. Art is SO boring. Draw this, draw that, use a ruler blah, blah, blah. My best friend, Trinitia Miglione, gave a small yawn a few seats away from me.
\"No. No. No. Cain, you are supposed to use a ruler.\" Mr. Henry bitched.
Trin flipped her cinnamon and dark brown hair out of her face and got out her phone.
\"Wow. Colorado's goinin' down to the shits!\" She whispered to no one in particular.
A boy leaned in and gasped.
\"What?\" I asked urgently.
She shoved her phone in my face and it was a link to an article her older brother Jacob sent her. I tapped on the smart phone to open the link. It read:
\"The CDC has reported an unknown illness spreading throughout the country. Signs of this disease are: Yellowing eyes, boils, bumps-\"
\"Damon! Pay attention!!!\" The bell ring and Trinitia and l rushed out the dor. She has been my best friend since kindergarten, when she saved mw from a 'bully' who ws going to steal my white chocolate macidamia cookie(my favorite!) But anyways, we have been friends ever since. Just then, an arm was slinked across our shoulders and Trinitia fell. Her boyfriend, my second best friend, Harry, helped her up. Coming from Australia in first grade, had a gentle rolling Aussie accent,and had a face all the girls go coco oor coco puffs for. Not trying to sound jealous, but, HE STOLE MY FUCKING CRUSH!!! Ok... having a crush on a friend is bad.
Harry had sandy blonde hair, tanned skin, blue eyes and a splash of freckles. Now do youse he's the coco to the fan girls puffs?!?
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