Billy Troll Goes Back to School

“Billy, isn’t this a beautiful evening,” said Dianne Troll. “Oh, look, a shooting star!”

“Quick, make a wish,” said Billy Troll, putting his arm around Dianne.

“You know, it’s a shame that summer is almost over,” said Dianne.

“Yes, it is,” said Billy. “However, now we can get back to a routine and get our lives back in order. Summers seem to always have the effect of turning everybody’s lives upside down.”

“It’s funny, but I don’t like to see summer end,” said Dianne. “I guess its because when I was a kid, I looked so forward to summers. Daddy would always take us to Troll Beach! We had a riot. Once summer was gone, then we had to go back to school. We never saw much of Daddy during the fall and winter.”

“How come?” asked Billy, strumming on his guitar.

“Daddy worked on the railroad,” said Dianne, sadly.

“At least you got to spend your summers with him,” said Billy. “That must have been really important to him.”

“Oh, it was!” said Dianne. “Daddy just loved summers. Anyway enough of this. What are you going to do with yourself now that summer is over?”

“I’ve been thinking about going back to school,” said Billy.

“What!” exclaimed Dianne. “Back to school!”

“Yes,” said Billy. “You know, I only need two more credits and I’d have my Grade 12 diploma.”

“That’s right,” said Dianne. “Billy, I think that’s wonderful!”

“Now that I know what I want to do with myself for the rest of my life,” said Billy.

“Oh, is that right,” said Dianne. “What would that be?”

“Music, silly,” said Billy, poking Dianne in the side. “You know I love music.”

“Yes,” said Dianne. “I know that!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Billy.

“You know Billy, sometimes I think you are blind to everything in this world except your music,” said Dianne.

“I get it now,” said Billy. “Dianne Troll, you are jealous.”

“Maybe I am,” said Dianne. “You always seem to pay more attention to your guitar than you do anyone else.”

“Is that so,” said Billy as he leaned over to kiss Dianne.

“So, you’re going back to school,” said Dianne, a few minutes later. “That’s nice, Billy.”