Many years passed and Trent ran away from the scene once police got there, and went into hiding. He killed those three men… He didn't mean to! But…he did admit…it felt really good. Maybe that was only cause they had just killed his parents though… Trent was now 17-years-old, he owned his own knife and mask. He did a lot of robberies and stole things. He needed to survive after all… He lived on his own on the street. He still went to school though, but had some of his older friends on the street act in as his parents for things. Trent lived in an abandoned garage that he stocked up with an old couch and mini fridge and other needs for living. It wasn't exactly 5 stars but it was better then when he had a cardboard box as a kid. He didn't want to be own by anyone again, for fear of losing them too… He was a lone wolf. Brown hair down to cover his ears and a small little curl on top of his head of a hair that decided to stay like that. He wore dirty clothes and a school sweater with a large T on it. He got his clothes washed by his richer friends. He had been saving up money so he could buy his own place and was already pretty close. He was 5'1 and very easily angered and harsh when he was angry. He didn't kill anyone unless needed though and usually the worse he did was bully kids at school. He enjoyed other's misery… since he had gone through so much himself. He would never talk about it though, since he knew he would never find anyone who would like him enough to get close to him as a friend…
Trent sighed as he walked through the hall of his school, glaring at every little person lower rank then him there, making them squeal or jump and look away. He loved being on top. It made him feel powerful. He noticed one kid eyeing him and growled, going up and grabbing his collar. "What you looking at kid? Huh? Cause I don't remember staring being something polite to do...!" he hissed, and raised a fist to punch him but was stopped at the sound of that adult he hated so much call out; "That's enough!" Trent sighed, irritated and growled, letting the squirt go before turning to look at the principal. "Yes… Brad?"
The elder frowned, narrowing his eyes. "That's to you ! And I would like to see you in my office… stat." He then turned, walking off.
Trent stuck out his tongue mockingly as he walked off and then flicked him the bird before turning and walking over to the boy, glaring. "You got lucky this time.." he spat at him before walking off towards the office he was so used to.
Trent arrived at the principal's office and walked in, smiling smugly. "Yo Brad, what's up?" He asked casually as he plopped down in the chair in front of the desk, putting his feet up on the desk in front of him,
frowned and sighed, pushing his feet off gently. "Mr. Charleston…" He cleared his throat, fixing his glasses slightly. "How many times have I caught you bullying my students so far this year alone?"
Trent shrugged. "I don't know… They are the ones who tick me off so I just deal with them since they were stupid to make me angry in the first place.." He says calmly, smirking a bit.
's eye twitched slightly and he sighed a long, hard sigh, rubbing hands down his face. " … If I find you bullying anyone else or you end up in this office one more time, I mean it… I will expel you…!" he says sternly, narrowing eyes at him. "Have I made myself clear?"
Trent nodded. "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.." He got up, heading for the door. "No more trouble… got it!~" He then walked out but after a few seconds poked his head in. "Oh, and I hope you are there at the football game tonight~" He winked then swiftly left again.
Trent sighed as he walked the halls, hands in the pockets of his custom red and white football jacket. His usual black shades on his head, though he never usually ever wore them on his eyes like they were supposed to be used for.
The brown haired male walked out of the school, and towards his place. He was so exhausted and just wanted to rest. So, as soon as he got home he plopped down onto his couch, sighing heavily. "No more bullying huh, Brad?" he chuckled half-heartedly, and frowned. "Yeah…" How was he going to get out stress now…?