• So here is my new story ! If you fans could make banners for 'Our Fake Relationship' and 'Stuck in Wal-Mart' that would be awesome ! So, please make banners and enjoy the story !


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    2015


    I sighed and rubbed my head feeling a headache coming on. I marked an answer on my test and hoped it was right. Man, I hate SATs. The room was quiet except for the scribbles of pencils on paper. I looked at the top of my paper, at my name.

    Trinity Adams.


    I tapped my pencil on the table quietly. I hope I spelled it right. I was too nervous. I went on to the next question and freaked when I saw it was about math. I hated my dad for this. He always wanted a good education for me. He wants me to be the smartest and he has these goals and I’m not sure if I really want them. He wants me to take every class I have in my senior year of high school, which is this year. Then he wants me to go to this fancy college he picked, that’s a law school. He wants me to be a lawyer. Like him. I scratched my head and closed my eyes for a moment. I wish I could be home painting, I thought looking up. The teacher sat at his desk reading a book with his glasses pushed down. Everyone was looking and concentrating on their work.

    My red hair fell in my eyes and I pushed it away feeling annoyed. I didn’t really want to go to law school. I wanted to get into painting. Maybe an elementary art teacher. But, I guess I do have to listen to my dad. My mother and him just want the best for me. I have to remember that. And I am getting the best. I just wish that maybe I could’ve had a boyfriend and gone out more with my friends. I didn’t have time for a boyfriend or friends. Once in a great while dad would let me go out but he didn’t like it. He wanted me home and studying. I had only kissed a boy twice but it didn’t bother me. I’d give up kissing a boy to go home and paint. And everywhere I go I have guys checking me out and whistling and I hated it! I’d sneer at them and ignore them. They weren’t worth my time, I guess. I wanted a college guy. I wanted a mature librarian. Someone I could talk about books and painters and classic music. I smiled. Yes. That’s what I’ll wait for.

    “Ms. Adams?” I jumped and looked up at the teacher. He pushed his classes up his nose. “Something wrong?” I bit my lip and shook my head.

    “Just thinking about my answer.” He frowned but leaned back in his seat to read again. I rolled my eyes. Come on Trinity! Get your work done. I looked up at the big clock in front of the class room that limited our time. 5 minutes and I have 10 questions left. I bit my lip and got back to work.

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    “Free at last.” I muttered coming out of the school. My hands were still shaking but they were easing down. I didn’t know how good I got on my test but I was already freaking out about it. As soon as I sat in my green hybrid, my phone rang. I looked at the small cell phone and a picture of my dad popped up on the screen. I picked it up. “Hey Dad,” I said and looked out the window.

    “Hey sport! How’d it go?” he asked.

    I sighed. “I guess it went good.” The sky was a pretty blue but off in the distance were black clouds heading our way. I guess it was going to rain. This would be a perfect picture to paint! I thought and studied the green blowing grass with trees. Then off into the mountains was the dark beautiful storm. A little shadowing to the side would look perfect. It would enhance it too. Maybe if I just dob---

    “Trinity Ann!” Dad yelled. I jumped and hit my knee on my steering wheel.

    “What?” I asked.

    He groaned into the phone. “Trinity, did you even hear what I said?” he questioned. I thought back in my head and looked into the review mirror at myself. My green eyes looked gray in the darkening sky and my red hair was frizzy and messy. I could never get it straight. I looked down at my black skirt that was tight to my knees and the blue tucked in shirt. This was so business wear. I was 17 and my dad made me already dress like a professional. It would be nice to be able to wear jeans and a tank top. Dad would kill me if I did.

    “No. . .”

    “Of course! You need to listen more. You’re almost 18. I don’t want to have a –“

    “Stupid kid that doesn’t know anything because that would be embarrassing to our family.” I finished off for him.

    “Yes, it would be,” He said like a child.

    I pressed my lips together. “Dad, I got to go. I have to go into Wal-Mart and get some stuff.” I pushed my finger to the keypad by the steering wheel. It read my finger print and started the car.

    “Okay. Remember you need more 2H pencils for your second period class. And get some more note books just in case. We need to work on your speech.” I nodded but then remembered he couldn’t see.

    “Okay, bye.” I turned off the cell phone and threw it into the passenger seat. I leaned my head on the steering wheel and groaned. He won’t let any of this go. Just remember, he’s given you everything. You love him for doing this for you. I nodded. I should be grateful. I banged my head on the wheel then sat straight up in my seat. The dark clouds got closer and I figured I better go before it gets bad. I drove out of the parking lot and onto the road. “Radio on,” I told the car. The radio came on and played one of my favorite old songs.

    The Wal-Mart parking lot was full and I wound up parking behind the building. I stomped my feet as I walked the whole way around the place to the front. I was pissed. Why was everyone in here anyhow? ! I cursed as I pulled open one of the doors and stepped in. A little kid was playing on a toy plane. He waved at me. I didn’t. I rolled my eyes and pushed my red hair out of my face and walked into the busy Wal-Mart. I was planning on getting note books, pencils and a new outfit for my meeting with one of the college presidents this Saturday.

    I wanted something extra nice so dad will be proud of me and I was planning on taking my time. I didn’t have anything to today and I didn’t feel like going home yet. People were crowding around the check out lines to get out the door first. I watched as a mother and her two kids were rushing out the door their faces worried.

    “Why is everyone freaking—“ before I could finish asking myself I slipped falling flat on my back! My eyes went dark for a minute as the pain made its way to my head with a throbbing pulse. I groaned and looked up. A light at the top of the ceiling was flickering.

    “Oops.” I heard someone say. I looked up and to the side where a boy with black hair to his shoulders was holding a mop and a bucket beside him stood, looking bored. I glared. He took his old headphones off his ears and looked down at me. He looked like he was thinking ‘get up I need to mop that’ kind of look. Piss me off.

    “Yeah right.” I muttered coldly. He didn’t look like he heard. I stared, giving him a look to help me up. He didn’t. I stood up completely pissed off. I felt a little dizzy. He just stared at me with a blank look. Smart a**.

    “Sorry.” He muttered with a shrug. He stood two inches taller then me. His grayish purple eyes look at me like I'm dumb kid.

    “Jackass.” I sneered. He raised a little of an eyebrow before I pushed his shoulder as I walked by him.

    “Ugh! Stupid fuc—“ a little girl ran around me with her mother and I stopped my words. I was beyond pissed. This is not my day. Trinity just cool down, I told myself. Its okay, just ignore everyone else and take your time. I pulled my Eardots out of my purse and popped them in my ears and pushed the button on the side of the Eardot. Music blazed through my ears and I turned it up more so it would drown out everything.

    I bobbed my head to Bon Jovi as I picked out new paint brushes. I would have to hide these in my car because I couldn’t let dad find them. He would flip. He hates it when I paint. I didn’t care. I loved it too much. I loved painting windows. And beautiful landscapes behind them. With big willow trees and kids swinging on swings. I grabbed some more paints and brushes then headed to the clothes. I picked out a couple outfits then went to the dressing room. I looked for the lady at the desk but she wasn’t there. I shrugged and walked into a changing room. I heard a beeping sound not to long after and paused as I was putting on my shirt. The lights flickered but I ignored it and hummed to my song.

    A while later I finally found a nice outfit to wear. A black dress with a blouse looking thing on top. Very professional. Dad would be proud. I yanked out my Eardots and pulled out my phone. The screen was black. I flipped it open but it wouldn’t turn on. I frowned. Why wasn’t it working? Then I heard it. It was a loud clanking sound then a beeping. My eyes wide I ran to the door and pushed the button to open. It wouldn’t open. I yanked at the handle trying to force it open but it wouldn’t budge. Finally it came open and I stumbled out. I froze as I walked out a ways. Big metal bullet proof doors were surrounding all of Wal-Mart. When their was a hurricane or any kind of storm they put these up to protect the stores. I stared shocked out of my mind. No one was here. Everything was empty and everything was quiet. I looked ahead of me at the metal and gulped.

    “Sh*t.”