She wears teared jeans from the waist down, and sneakers.
Tricia sighed. "First day of school, another opportunity to get suspended." she muttered to herself. She stepped out of the car and headed towards her new middle school. As she passed another student, the student looked at her and smirked. Tricia did NOT aggree to move to long island and it was already bad enough. So what else did she need? ANOTHER BAD DAY WITH THE QUEEN BEES, WHO ALSO HAPPENED TO TRANSFER FROM HER OLD SCHOOL TO THIS NEW SCHOOL IN LONG ISLAND. After a long day of school, Tricia went into her dorm. It was on the first floor, so she did not have trouble finding it. She wanted to run away. She hated this school. She waited for her dormmate to fall asleep, and quickly slipped out of the window. She called up a taxi and called up a random place. Half-Blood Hill. That was the first place she thought of. The taxi driver looked at her, unsure. Tricia nodded. At the base of the hill, Tricia looked up. She had high hopes for this. she went to the top of the hill, to find a sign. With her dylexia, she wasn't sure what it said. she could make out the first word, Camp. But the rest... Tricia ignored it. She went towards the sign and saw a centuar
