Mr Trolly

Part 1

As the new teacher took a breath, he stepped in the classroom. He immediately started by writing his name on the board. Mr. Trolly. Then came a test to see what they've learned. Everyone had the same answers except for two girls.

Tiffany and Brittney. They weren't normal girls. Tiffany had all perfect. Brittney had all wrong, but they were best friends. Mr Trolly hated them from that day on.

Tiffany tried to get the teacher to like her, but she always failed. Monday at midnight, Tiffany suddenly had an idea. She called Brittney.

"Hello, who is it?"

"It's Tiffany. I just found the perfect idea to get Mr. Trolly to like us!" replied Tiffany as she squealed in excitement.

"But it never worked," slumped Brittney.

"This time he's going to like us!" her voice was so high pitched, it cracked a bit, but she didn't care.

7 am. Brittney left the house hoping the teacher was late, he was. Their plan was to try to make him seem smart through a joke. Should work. Then they realized that they needed a plan B, if he got the wrong answer.

After Tiffany came to the conclusion that there was only one possible right answer. Brittney tried by repeating the question, but that made him angrier. His face kept getting more pink, and more pink until it was red.

When Brittney went home, her mom received a call from school. She didn't hear too much, but what was certain were two words, 'grounded' and 'homework'.

Her mom explained what grounded was, and she was now grounded with homework her mom had put together. Her mom knew she wasn't smart, so she made it easy.

Later that evening, Tiffany decided to text Brittney saying;

-t- Are you grounded too?

Brittney was too scared to reply because her mom might catch her texting. she had questions like 1x1, or 15+1.

Their first period was music. Right after attendance, they called Tiffany and Brittney to the office.

"I'm so disappointed in you girls." There was an awkward long pause. Brittney broke the silence. She giggled. Tiffany ignored her and asked, "How much homework would it take to get out of this?"

"About five pages a day."

"We'll take it." It wasn't common that they talked at the same time, but they did. During lunch, Brittney made Tiffany do her homework.