Blair Nightingale is unlike most girls that go to Trinity High. On an odd day you'd see her roaming the streets with her little companion Derry. Then you would see her in school, hiding behind the local newspaper that she thought was just the right...
Today I find myself needing safety, maybe even a little ounce of reassurance that everything at school is going to be okay today. I don't know why I'm getting this jumpy and even more so, don't even know why I'm crying out to you for safety and reassurance, because you never knew what either of those things even meant.
You just blend in with the whitewash wall paper or resemble a ghost that doesn't even know what it is to truly be happy. You must know that more than anyone, right?
Blair
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Tuesday 21/11/17 7:37
The perfect family would be described as no other than the Sinclairs. They are basically royalty of this town. Notorious for their fame and wealth. Owners of almost every inch of land in Trinity, co-working with the Downtinegro's. Their land stretches as far as the eye can see, and beyond, apparently. On the outskirts of town they've a ranch, stables filled with the best race horses in state county. Winning thoroughbred's galloping circuits around the land, with you watching from afar having absolutely no clue that you've laid eyes on a horse that would be worth thousands and quite possibly be more valuable than your average self.
I don't know much about horses, but what I do know is that they are amazing animals. They get spooked quite easily from a sudden action or loud noises, but deep down they are fierce and powerful with remarkable height and stamina. I find myself tore towards that somehow.
Personally, I found it quite strange seeing the whole family gathered around one table in the middle of the busiest coffee shops in town. Not that they shouldn't be here, but by the fact that it's so rare to see them all out in public together ever since head of their family Mr. Sinclair died due to major health problems a few months ago.
When news of his tragic death spread many people were needless to say absolutely devastated. That family is loved by everyone in this tight community and at his funeral which I attended with my school friend Tamara Ashford (another loved family in Trinityvill), all goers now looked to Mr. Sinclair's oldest son Julian Sinclair to take over and look after the family.
And so he did. And may I add, was quite remarkable in maintaining his family from slipping from superiority.
From my higher up table by the corner at the edge of the counter, I'd a clear view of them. Observing from afar with my head tucked behind my guilty pleasure which is no other than my beloved weekly newspaper.
Their family once consisting of five, now only remained a small four. Mrs. Fiona Sinclair, Julian, whose a senior like me, his younger sister Madison whose around eleven and Miles that's four.
My second coffee this morning had arrived from Katerina, a girl that's in the same English class as me and I had to force my attention away from the family. Placing my newspaper down, I secured the lid down onto my takeaway and hopped off the stool. Katerina, though nobody calls her that. Just Kat.
