3.2.0
Her first day at school.
Her little heart felt glad as her dad represented her so fondly. Freida never realized how much she loved her parents, but her gladness remained shortly, realizing her mind was still louder. The hallucinations she was imposed with. Those words repeating all in her mind, her fading happiness, making her crazy, totally out of what she sat in. Her school day, the words that trashed out her happy feelings in the gathering, bringing forward a new set of negativity where she sat down apart from the rest exhausted and collected in herself as her head bore the talking from that evil girl. She carried her head in her arms still thinking to herself of what she has to hear repeatedly. The little girl probably sat on her own thinking, was the voice whispering this time was her own. Her devilish whispers that happen to have the same voice as when Freida usually tried to whisper.
Yolanda had her gaze on her daughter's oddness, even tho she couldn't hide her gaze shift.
"Precious, look at that gorgeous lady. Guessing that she could be your homeroom teacher," voiced Yolanda. Rumors are spread that the homeroom teacher always takes art classes and her work is as perfect as her looks. Rumors are spread from the experience of the older siblings of these fresh joining students and they were the facts underneath.
"All these evergreen students, like the craft made by God, in the field of his heaven. I am Rose Vendor, can also address me Madame Vendor, and now I am dying to know about all my precious students at once, and I am your homeroom teacher."
The word dying had Freida more alarmed all of a sudden.
"Damn, my thoughts always spell right," spoke Yolanda cheerfully yanking her scared daughter.
The hall had their gaze on her glass skin and her complimentary brunette waves and not on the anxious and underlying students introducing themselves. It all stayed constant for a while till her deepest brown eyes gathered attention on a blonde girl, whose hair was kinda dirty blonde, who had equal fair skin and complementary lighter brown eyes to her madame.
Her name was Quincey Underhoove,
The girl almost angrily stood up as if she had the passion to deliver her statement as quickly and fearlessly as possible.
"I am Quincey Underhoove, and by joining this place, I will achieve the first position in this hall while leaving behind all those who have introduced themselves before me." the child was still sulking over not being able to speak first even tho her mother, who was just the obesed version of her daughter tried to stop her, the daughter ineffectively slipped open her anger.
Her behavior made the other kids scared of her, and so was Freida affected by her demonic first representation and so was the next boy with his cute rosy lips, chubby cheeks, and all the dark features unlike the poem girl but the features that they all share in common was their lighter skin,
"I am Paris Trinity," was everything the boy could share before crying his tears out loud. His parents were also as obessed as Quincey's mom.
Freida gathered her courage shyly, encouraged by Yolanda, the little chocolate-skinned girl stood gently and perfectly with her black curled ponies neatly done and her brown eyes soft as she spoke.
"Myself Freida Ian, I seem pretty good with my art, displaying my thoughts and my music." the next statement she wanted to speak, Freida put her nervous stare towards the direction of her mother Yolanda. However, to land a who instantly learned what her daughter was up to express, instantly signaled her daughter to stop.
