Her thirteenth birthday was rather uneventful, and not as exciting as she would have liked.
It was a sign of the beginning of her awkward teenage years.
She had aged more quickly than other children, but she kept her old friends and played the same immature games together.
In her underwear.
The child screamed as heat seared the palms of her hands. The game was "red hands," but Trina now had a scar the shape of a flour bag etched into her palm. She never came to visit again.
In the days following the incident, she tried to have fun without her.
She soon became reclusive, sulking and playing video games to all hours of the night.