Trinity Daniels (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Trinity Daniels (open) Trinity Daniels (close) They first day of school is always the day from hell and is made worse by being the 'new girl'. Well, that's Trinity Daniels. She is an 18 year old that has been uprooted from her old home, old friends, old school, and old town to some other town that she doesn't care for. Why did they have to move? Her dad. He always wanted to do bigger and better things, be the bigger and better person, and he holds that standard of Trinity. Trinity always has to be better than everyone else. Her B needs to be an A. If she gets an A she should have gotten extra credit. So much pressure, right? At least her parents think that since she is getting good grades she is being good everywhere else; they have that wrong. Back in her old town, the school knew her as the resident party girl. That stereotypical 'lady in the streets, freak in the sheets' kinda thing. What was wrong with having a little fun? Everyone needs to let loose every so often. If she didn't go to the parties and have her fun the pressure her parents put on her would make her snap; she would be a certified looney in some comfy padded room. At times she felt like she wasn't far from that. Maybe that would be a better alternative then living with the parent she had, but that was beside the point... right now.. the first day of school was the monster she had to slay. "Anatomy. Room 921," she mumbled to herself softly, a slight southern accent coming out. Of course I won't know where 921 is. Trinity chewed the inside of her lip, the edge of her anatomy book digging into her hip. Instead of moving, she just stood at her locker, staring at the piece of paper, reading 921 over and over. I could just ask someone for help. She looked around the hall to see the massive crowd of students. Noo.. How about I just walk? That was it; she set an uncertain course. With a sigh, she began to walk, the soft thud of her tan cowboy boots being drowned out by the chatter of the students around her. That was the other thing! She felt quite out of place. Here she was in a plain white tank top, blue ruffle skirt, and cowboy boots. She definitely was straight of the country. Her hair wasn't done up nice like others girls, make up wasn't thick... definitely out of place. The bell rang. A heat wave ran over her body as the halls cleared leaving her there along next to a door that read 825. Grand. Trinity definitely felt helpless as she looked around. "How hard could it be to find 921?" Once again speaking to herself, and with that, she was off, walking through the halls uncertainly.