By: Jo Rochelle

One sunny day, three Heritage senior boys wanted to go to Sheetz to get lunch and make it back to school on time. On the way to Sheetz, there was a bridge they had to cross; however, the bridge had been under construction since July, so they had to walk across a deep, nasty trench. Unbeknownst to the boys, under what was left of the bridge lived a hideous troll with large, black eyes and a nose as long as the supports he dwelled beneath.

The skinniest of the three was the first to cross the trench.

“Who’s that treading over what’s left of my bridge?” the troll bellowed, swinging up from the depths.

“Whoa, dude, calm down,” said the boy. “I’m just tryin’ to get to Sheetz and get some food before lunch ends.”

“You’ll be MY lunch!” the troll growled.

“Yeah, could you maybe not? If you’re gonna eat someone, eat my friend. He’s bigger. I’m not exactly swole.”

“Very well,” the troll grumbled. “Off with you!”

A little while later, the second boy, who was a bit more muscular, began to cross the trench.

“Who’s that treading over what’s left of my bridge?” the troll bellowed.

“It’s just me. You let my friend across a few minutes ago. We’re trying to get to Sheetz to get some food before lunch ends.”

“You’ll be MY lunch!” the troll growled.

“Oh, you don’t wanna eat me, man. But my friend is coming, and he’s so buff, bro. Like, he works out on the daily. Eat him!”

“Very well,” the troll grumbled. “Begone!”

Shortly after, the third senior boy swaggered across the trench, every bit as big and buff as his friend had described.

“Who’s that treading over what’s left of my bridge?” the troll bellowed.

“Me,” replied the boy. “My friends and I are going to Sheetz for lunch.”

“You’ll be MY lunch!” the troll growled.

The senior boy cracked his knuckles. “Bring it on, ugly. I’m not scared of you!”

The two ran at each other. The boy grabbed the troll by his knobby elbows and lifted him with all his might. He spun around once, twice, thrice, before letting go and watching the troll fly into the air and away. The senior strolled through what was left of the trench and joined his friends at Sheetz. There, the boys ate their fill and returned to Heritage High School just in time for the bell.