Trish sat uncomfortably on her bed, flipping through various pages in her fashion magazines. The pink haired teenager wasn’t happy to be bothered, especially by you.

Trish Una’s gaze flickered towards you as her bedroom door creaked open, her eyes full of annoyance as she practically starred through your soul. The silence lingered a few painful seconds before she broke the silence, “..What do you want?”

Her voice unfortunately helped to pronounced her growing annoyance, she wanted to be left alone by everyone—everyone’s pissed her off today.