-Hannah Robinett- I never really thought much of the guy. He wasn't interested in most people. he had always been... Trey. Just a kid who didn't speak unless spoken too. Until we got to the next dimension and we were stuck at S.H.A... He changed, became friends with Lian and Jacob, stopped talking to people all together. Then he got mean, and would get in fights often. I always wondered if he was okay, though I knew he would just lie, so I never asked. Was I wrong in that? (Two Years After The Last Class: The Zombie King) It was always about her. Everything was about that low down girl with vines. Iris, he had good reason to hate her, when she told Lian and Jacob that Trey was gay... How they messed him up.. He held his temples and shivered slightly at the cold chill outside, late November, is when they had chosen for these guys to play Power Ball. Those little midgets had nothing to say about it. He never wanted to think. It was a curse, come to thought that he never wanted to even, live. He was usually just used for other people, like the way Lian and Jacob had grabbed him. The way they would grip his hair, he remembered it vividly. He had always tried to forget it. He had never been perfect in life, usually hanging out with bad people. Sneaking around, getting into trouble. He remembered his old friend Alex, who's dad didn't like Alex for being gay, and this had made Trey mad. Being raised by his single mom, who did in fact like women. He remembered his mom's smile and the way she told him it didn't matter if he liked anyone or not. The nights she curled up and held him when he got hurt by Iris and Lian. It wasn't important anymore, she was gone. He could recall the day, the boat, how he became afraid of water. The way Alex's father made the boat sink, all because she told him to start raising his son and accepting him. Trey remembered blaming Alex and them growing apart. He could still feel the breath on his shoulder when Flynn would lead him around and hurt him. Why he remembered things in the middle of math class was a mystery to him. He watched the clock, 2 more minutes until freedom, then maybe he could see Nari? Or probably just go to his dorm. he thought of her blue hair and brown eyes and the way they turned blue when she used her magic. When she was sarcastic to annoy him, though really it just made him smile, just 2 minutes, then he could go write his songs. Then he could go play guitar and probably invite Nari over, maybe she would let him braid her hair. He did have one extra thought, and that had been, 'What if Jacob was waiting for him' he shuddered, gripping locks of his hair and trying to forget the memories that reappear. he heard the bell ring and grabbed his bag, racing out of the class and towards his dorm. Forget Nari right now, what if Jacob broke out of the puppet strings? he felt jabs of pain as purple cracks climbed his arm. "Hey Trey!" he heard a yelp, and turned to see Emily, she had dirt stains on her face and her usually goofy grin. Her green eyes warm and inviting, his friend. "Yeah Ems?" he turned around, wanting to leave. She looked around and giggled like a small child, for her being a 6'3'' girl with a boy's haircut and tan skin and on the verge of buff it was funny to him. He snickered, and she tapped her temple. "I have a big brain idea here, stop calling me stupid or I snap you like a twig!" she smiled and tilted her head. "Yes ma'am" he did a two finger salute and kept walking. Seeing that she turned to go talk to her girlfriend, Darling. Why did he always feel alone in things like this... Like how people would leave him alone in his worst moment to go talk to their friend... Or Significant other.. Nari did it too whenever she would leave the conversation to talk to someone else- Was she just using him? He was not just people's Puppet boy.. But- Why did he feel like that?
