CHAPTER II- YING AND YANG
"TROLLAMENDUS!" I yelled. About sixteen years after that, I became a troll hunter. I worked for a company called DADMG (Defense Against Dangerous Magical Creatures) and I worked in the Troll department. I would get a call almost every day since people are so scared of trolls, but I wouldn't mind. I would always hope one of them would be a Blackstone.
The Blackstones are the group that killed my family and destroyed my life. They're a bunch of mutant trolls who have a greater IQ than any other trolls around. They believe that trolls should rule the world. Most people think they're silly, but I think they're sick. They would think so too if they had their families destroyed by the dorks.
In case you wanted to know, after the incident, I was found by a hiker and sent to Hogwarts. Since I hadn't had any education there beforehand, I was forced to start as a first year. Boy, the Slytherins loved to tease me (and in case you wanted to know, I was a Hufflepuff). Hogwarts was tough. The only good thing about it was one-seventh year named James Potter, who helped me through first year. He was nice, although he spent most of his time with Padfoot and all the other people with those silly names. I survived because of him. Once I got done, I joined the DADMG. But even though I try to get vengeance by being a troll hunter, by revenge will never get satisfied until I kill Blackstone.
Okay, back to my first sentence. I did Trollamendus since I had a mission to trap a troll before one of those environmentalists turned it into a rebel troll. Man, I hate those environmentalists. So I kept doing Trollamendus, but I couldn't hit him since we were chasing in the Amazons. Also, he was a forest troll, and we were in the forest. I kept doing it until I decided that the best thing was to get on top of the troll and then hit him with Trollamendus to the head so he could be out longer. So I climbed up a tree, grabbed a vine, and started swinging on them so I could launch myself on top of the troll. Right as I was about to launch myself, a woman jumped on top of me and prevented my from getting the troll.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!?!?!" I yelled. "NOW THE TROLL'S GONE".
"Not really", said the woman. "You could get him on the broomstick, if you didn't break your arm."
"I BROKE MY ARM!" I yelled. "WHAT THE HECK." I then stood up, but my arm hurt like hell. I then knew she was right.
"Lie down", said the woman quietly. "I have some warm milk. It should sooth you. She then poured a cup and I took it. I then looked at her. At first, I didn't notice her beauty. Now I could. I just looked at her and then drank the milk. Damn, it was good. She was right. It was soothing. I drank and drank and drank but the cup never emptied. I then took a break and realized I was so damn tired. I then lied down, and almost instantaneously, I fell asleep.
"TROLLAMENDUS!" I yelled. About sixteen years after that, I became a troll hunter. I worked for a company called DADMG (Defense Against Dangerous Magical Creatures) and I worked in the Troll department. I would get a call almost every day since people are so scared of trolls, but I wouldn't mind. I would always hope one of them would be a Blackstone.
The Blackstones are the group that killed my family and destroyed my life. They're a bunch of mutant trolls who have a greater IQ than any other trolls around. They believe that trolls should rule the world. Most people think they're silly, but I think they're sick. They would think so too if they had their families destroyed by the dorks.
In case you wanted to know, after the incident, I was found by a hiker and sent to Hogwarts. Since I hadn't had any education there beforehand, I was forced to start as a first year. Boy, the Slytherins loved to tease me (and in case you wanted to know, I was a Hufflepuff). Hogwarts was tough. The only good thing about it was one-seventh year named James Potter, who helped me through first year. He was nice, although he spent most of his time with Padfoot and all the other people with those silly names. I survived because of him. Once I got done, I joined the DADMG. But even though I try to get vengeance by being a troll hunter, by revenge will never get satisfied until I kill Blackstone.
Okay, back to my first sentence. I did Trollamendus since I had a mission to trap a troll before one of those environmentalists turned it into a rebel troll. Man, I hate those environmentalists. So I kept doing Trollamendus, but I couldn't hit him since we were chasing in the Amazons. Also, he was a forest troll, and we were in the forest. I kept doing it until I decided that the best thing was to get on top of the troll and then hit him with Trollamendus to the head so he could be out longer. So I climbed up a tree, grabbed a vine, and started swinging on them so I could launch myself on top of the troll. Right as I was about to launch myself, a woman jumped on top of me and prevented my from getting the troll.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!?!?!" I yelled. "NOW THE TROLL'S GONE".
"Not really", said the woman. "You could get him on the broomstick, if you didn't break your arm."
"I BROKE MY ARM!" I yelled. "WHAT THE HECK." I then stood up, but my arm hurt like hell. I then knew she was right.
"Lie down", said the woman quietly. "I have some warm milk. It should sooth you. She then poured a cup and I took it. I then looked at her. At first, I didn't notice her beauty. Now I could. I just looked at her and then drank the milk. Damn, it was good. She was right. It was soothing. I drank and drank and drank but the cup never emptied. I then took a break and realized I was so damn tired. I then lied down, and almost instantaneously, I fell asleep.