Trollhunters: Never Alone

Airheads Part I

        Monday. The day students like the least because that means going back to school. Believe me, I get it. If someone told me back in my freshman year that I would become Arcadia Oaks English teacher, I would've laughed at them. How the tides have turned. I so badly wish that I could be in Troll market now with the others, but sadly today was... a staff meeting. Basically, what the staff meeting was about was the upcoming touch-a-truck-athon event for the spring fling, which teacher would be in charge of it, and the soccer game that would take place at 4 pm. Thankfully, I wasn't put in charge of it. Senor Uhl didn't seem to mind it too much because he would've been there anyways due to his precious truck, Susanna, being the truck that everyone would be keeping their hand on.

        Finally, the staff meeting was over and I went to head over to my class, then I saw Jim, Toby, and Claire. I went over to them and I noticed that Jim was holding a box. Once I reached them, I asked, "What's in the box?" This caused Jim to nearly drop the box. Once he regained balance, he glared at me and said, "It doesn't matter. We're not going to open it."

        "Yeah, Mo, it doesn't matter. But, aren't you curious though? There could be, like, a tiny creature in there that can't breathe, Jimbo! Or an itty bitty troll king whose kingdom needs saving!" Toby blurted. Then, Toby gasped when he saw the school's mascot, "Uh. Or my soulmate." I knew who was in there, but I wanted Toby to find out for himself. Jim slammed the locker and said,

        "Guys, it doesn't matter because, at lunch, I'm taking it straight to the post office. Easy win, for once."

        "Actually, Jim-" I started to say, but I was interrupted by Steve, "What? You think you're going to win today, Lame Junior. I mean, Jim." He stuttered, when he realized that I was standing right behind Jim, then he continued, "The Touch-a Truck-athon is mine. It's the ultimate test of endurance and no one can touch like me. Am I right, Claire?" Claire took her hand away and said, "Ugh. In your dreams."

        "Aw. Poor, Steve. I think he's becoming unhinged." Toby commented. I snorted at this and fist bumped Toby saying, "Nice one."

        "Oh man. The truck-athon's today. Is that what you were trying to tell me earlier?" Jim asked turning to me. I nodded and he continued, "That's gonna take all day!"

        "Then, let Claire, Toby, and I deliver the package. How hard could it be?" I wondered.

        "Bagdwella wanted me to deliver it." Jim stated.

        "Focus, Jim. We're trying to win Spring King, remember? We can be cool?" Toby reminded him.

        "You mean, you want to be cool." Jim said.

        "Semantics. You already won the first challenge. If you ace this, you'll be a lock king, then I'll be a duke. Win this and you won't have to worry about anymore of these stupid things. It's a win-win." Toby pointed out.

        "You said we needed to step up." Claire said backing Toby up. When did he say that? Must've been this morning while I was at the staff meeting.

        "Guys, troll mail... Not what I meant." Jim said. Claire tried reasoning with him that this was our chance to prove to him that we could step up. He sighed, opened his locker, took out the box, handed it to Toby while saying, "Just remember, don't open the box." Then, Toby grabbed the box and proclaimed, "Don't worry, Dude. Post-Masters Toby and Monica along with their assistant, Claire, will handle this with Claire." Jim handed the address, then Toby dropped the box while he was grabbing the address. Claire and Toby left Jim, but before I did, I patted Jim on the back and said, "Good luck, Jim."

        "Thanks, Monica. Please keep an eye on Claire and Toby. I do trust them, but I can tell that they are getting on each other's nerves. Hopefully, they will be able to work it out." Jim said.

        "Will do. See you later!" I exclaimed as I ran to class.