Trinity entered the door for her art class. Art was her favorite class at school. Her highest grade was in this class and she exceled well in this class. She took her seat towards the back of the room. The classroom had two parts to it. The front of the room was desks and of course a regular dry-erase board at the front. It looked like a normal classroom. Towards the back, there was a doorway that led to another room with easels and other art supplies. This room was usually dark because we weren’t in it as much as we were in the regular classroom.
A new student sat to the right of Trinity. A few moments later, another student she hasn’t seen before sat on her left. They were wearing dark clothing. One had dreadlocks. They weren’t your typical “ja-man” dreadlocks. The girl had her dreads pulled into a pigtails with a black head back helping to hold them all back. They were black and red. She wore a short skirt with chunky combat boots, they looked like they were Demonia boots. Obviously she was from a high class family if they were genuine Demonias. Trinity had always wanted a pair of Demonias, but she never asked her grandmother for a pair. She believed they were too expensive for her to buy for her, even if she did have the money to buy them.
The boy to her right had black medium length hair, no dreadlocks. Trinity believed them to be twins or siblings that were very close in age. He was tall, unlike the girl who seemed to be shorter. He wore black skinny jeans with chains on them and big chunky boots. He wore a jacket with D-rings on the front. They both were very quiet. They didn’t even try to talk to one another like normal people would. They looked obedient and well disciplined.
Something about the pair of mysterious kids intrigued Trinity. Thoughts began to wander throughout her head. Who were these kids? Where did they come from? Trinity began to scan their bodies. The female had a marking on her hand. It looked like a trinity symbol. A catholic symbol that represented the “godhead”. It wasn’t a tattoo, but a birthmark.
Hmm, Trinity thought, don’t I have that same birthmark? She glanced at her arm again and then back to her arm. They were the exact same. Trinity glanced at the male’s arm. He had the same birthmark.
That’s creepy, she thought.
C’mon, who wouldn’t be creeped out over that?
Trinity didn’t know how to react.
She just sat there in class, wondering why the hell they have the same birthmark. Why would they have the same birthmark? Were we triplets? We didn’t look alike. The male and female didn’t look alike either. Maybe they were fraternal twins or maybe they were best friends. Hell, maybe even lovers.
Trinity stared at the clock, waiting for the bell to ring. The time was passing by so slowly this morning and she was only growing more curious.
The bell finally rang and Trinity jumped out of her seat and ran down the hall to catch up with the mysterious couple. They walked insanely fast. Trinity finally got closer to the couple towards the end of the school. The more darker area and less traveled area of the building. Trinity grabbed the guys upper arm, “Hey!”.
The boy turned around. He had magnificent blue eyes. His black hair only made the color stick out more. The few strands fell in his face. He was insanely beautiful for a guy. He smirked.
“I knew you would come.”
