Twice Mocked Infatuation

Once upon a time there was a teenage troll named Marcy. Marcy had a best friend named Charlotte Marce who went by Marcy as well. Now, you may be wondering, how am I supposed to keep track of two Marcy’s? Well, here’s how; Charlotte Marce had orange hair, and will be referred to as Orangey. And Marcy had pink hair, and will be referred to as Pinky.

Pinky was desperately in love with Zachariah and Orangey really digged Malachi. This is key information so don’t forget it. Pinky and Orangey went to the annual Troll Independence day dance, where they hung out in the refreshment room. (It was troll custom that you could not dance unless you had a partner, of the opposite sex sort.) They were content to hang out together, but soon Zachariah came and asked for Pinky to dance with him, and Orangey was left alone, and upset.

Pinky and Zachariah were dancing up a storm and Pinky quickly forgot that Orangey even existed she was so wrapped up in Zachariah. Until all of a sudden she looked up and saw Malachi dancing with Shumpy, the most popular and pretty troll girl she knew. Pinky panicked, she couldn’t let Orangey see them dancing, she’d be devastated! Pinky grabbed Zachariah’s hand a pulled him at full speed to the refreshment room, claiming to be parched. They walked up to the table, and realized Orangey was nowhere to be seen. Yet sadly, Shumpy and Malachi had joined them. The two were standing across the table and far to the right from Pinky, but she could hear every word they were saying, and she didn’t like it.

“Malachi…” That was Shumpy’s nasal voice, “Do you know that Charlotte Marce likes you…?”

“Uh… I hadn’t noticed.”

“Well she does, I heard her saying to her Siamese twin the other day that she was going to propose to you next week and if you said no, she’d dye your hair electric black.” Pinky fumed, what a lie that was!

Malachi blanched, “Ugh what a creep, I always knew there was something severely wrong with that girl… I mean she is so unattractive, and not as delightfully chubby as you are Shumpy…” he flirted. Pinky was really starting to get mad, but she was thankful that Orangey had left before she had had a chance to her these two back talking her. Pinky made a promise that she’d never let Orangey find out what a jerk Malachi was.

All of a sudden Malachi doubled over in pain, moaning and tearing up. “What…?” Thought Pinky, confused. Her confusion was cured, however, when she saw Orangey crawl out from under the table, where she had been hiding all along! Pinky started laughing uncontrollably when she realized what Orangey had done. She had kicked Malachi- hard- where the sun don’t shine! (Never mind that being trolls and living under ground, the sun don’t shine anywhere…)

With a defiant grin, Orangey stood up, shaking her fist in Malachi’s face and said, “Hah! Take that you sexist jerk!”