younger but kept walking. That was the last troll crossed off the list now it was time to finish the picture.

You got to your room without being noticed and stopped by anyone, you shut the door quietly and locked it as to keep your work space quiet and peaceful, but their was only one thing missing...The sweet sound of music soon filled your room and you sat down in front of the paper continuing the picture you had started, six trolls on either side of you as you stood in the middle each of the people in the picture holding up their weapons everyone showing their normal moods, looking at eachother or just looking forward and standing side on. The picture looked fine the way it was, no colour only the pencil sketch, the song changed on your laptop you sung along as you started to add detail to everyone on the paper, the music gave you a good rythym as you worked but what you didn’t know was that someone was listening to you sing on the other side of the door. It was finished! The picture was finally finished, the colour perfect the details up to your standards, you carefully place it in a frame and grabbed some plain paper, placing a small wrapped up present on each of the coloured strips of paper you had stuck on, you looked at your work and smiled writing down the names of the trolls on each present, then you got up taking the gift with you being careful not to ruin or break it. You walked to the dining room seeing everyone their, you said to yourself quietly.

“Alright everyone’s here, great” You put the present in the centre of the table, people said hello to you but you acted as if you couldn’t here them, you then ran out of the room and back to yours shutting the door behind you, tripping over nothing and falling into your room you hit the floor and did nothing, yes your arms hurt, yes your legs hurt, yes everything hurt now from the impact but you didn’t get up, you stayed on the ground thinking what the others would think. You never knew what they liked so it was only guessing which gave you courage but at the same time it scared you knowing that you could hurt someone. About 45 minutes later you sat up but kept your head down, thinking over certain things, what had happened during the day writing it down slowly taking your time then without thinking you threw your journal to the side and fell onto your back and staring at the ceiling you talked to yourself as if their were other people by your side to help you...You thought you heard a knock on the door, getting up and opening the door, to your disappointment no one stood on the space, you closed it and layed down on your bed, headphones in, music playing, you were soon lost in a world of your own.