In The Wild

Chapter Twenty-four: Closure

Many years ago, in the troll tree......

" Okay, I can do this, I can do this, I can do this!" These were the words of a fourteen year old Princess Viva, who was on the steps of the troll tree's high school.

" Okay, just one step, and your life changes forever!"

Viva took one step......then ran away.

" I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this!!" She cried as she ran, not looking where she was going she accidentally fell into the bushes, where she bumped heads with another troll.

" What are you-"

" SHUSH!!" Viva was promptly silenced by a blue troll with neon yellow hair with green roots.

" Quiet! he'll hear you!" The troll said.

" Who?" Viva asked

Then suddenly, an older looking blue troll with dark teal ( turquoise?) hair appeared in front of them.

" A-ha! " The troll exclaimed." Found you, Clay!!"

" Please, mercy -"

The troll picked Clay up over his shoulder and walked towards the school.

" John Dory, what are you doing?!" Clay asked.

" I'm taking you to school." John Dory said." Can't ditch on the first day. Everyone's gotta go to school, even boyband members."

" Ughh!" Clay groaned as put Clay down.

" Have a great day, bud." John Dory beamed.

" Whatever." Clay muttered.

Then John left, and Viva walked up to Clay.

" Um, hey, you're name's Clay, right?" Viva asked.

" Yep." Clay replied." You might know me from Brozone."

" Brozone?!" Viva exclaimed." As in Brozone, Brozone?!"

" Yeah," Clay said." I'm probably more recognizable in my stage garb, but -"

" That's so cool!" Viva yelled." I'm Princess Viva, but you can just call me Viva!"

" Oh, cool." Clay responded.

" So, why were you're trying to ditch school?" Viva asked.

" Well, I've never liked school," Clay explained." Somehow, I end up being the class clown, even when I try to be serious, and it's really annoying how everyone thinks I'm nothing but funny!"

" But you're the 'fun boy, aren't you supposed to be funny?" Viva wondered.

" But I don't want to be the fun boy!" Clay shouted." I want to be taken seriously, like a big boy!"

Clay pouted and crossed his arms.

" Like a big  boy?" Viva giggled.

" See? Right there, I try to be serious. What do you do? Laugh!" Clay shouted.

" Ok, I'm sorry." Viva said." I'll treat you seriously if you don't treat me like I'm made of glass."

" Deal," Clay spat in his hand and held it up for Viva to shake.

" I'm not doing that." Viva said.

" Worth a shot." Clay responded and wiped the spit on his pants.

Then the bell rang, and classes had begun.

" Oh no! We're gonna be late!" Viva shouted, then began running to her first class.

" Wait for me!" Clay yelled, running behind her like he would for the next twenty years.