Tria was the only one at her small town school that dressed in black. Everyone thought as her as trash, as a nobody. But she was somebody, or so she thought. Her friend courtney moved last yer during sophmore year, and her last 2 friends moved ove the summer, leaving Tria alone.
Not only did Tria have electir blue hair, but bright green eyes. She thought as herself as pretty, but the jocks thought as her a wanna-be. She loved the world of vampires. She wished she was one, but her mother told Tria that they were fake. Tria believed. Oh, yes she believed that there were vampires out at night that roamed under the mortals noses.
She was a true believer.

On the first day of school, Tria chose to wear a mini black dress, black and white stockings under, and knee high boots. Her hair was designed in a loose fashion, her bangs in her face that concealed her eyes. The jocks and preps gave her ugly glances as she walked by. She didn't care, she cared about her destiantion: her locker. When she came to it, she found cheerleader Alexandra Getz leaning on her locker.
"So I said, like so later." said she.
Tria tapped on Alex'a shoulder. Alex looked at her. "Can you move from my locker?" Tria asked in a quiet tone.
Alex roled her eyes. "Wuteva." And went off with her girlfriends.
And when Tria opened her locker door, piles of trash came tumbling onto Tria. She heard some giggy laughs behind her and she looked to see Alex and some other uniformed cheerleaders laughing.
Tria's blood boiled and ran over to Alex and slammed her fist against the cheerleaders mouth.