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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/? Fandom: South Park Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Relationships: Marjorine/Trent Boyett Characters: Trent Boyett, Marjorine, Leopold "Butters" Stotch's Parents, Trent Boyett's Mom, Kyle Broflovski, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Stan Marsh, Randy Marsh, Strong Woman (South Park), PC Principal, Dougie Additional Tags: Transgender, but mom i'm in love with a criminal Summary:
Butters realizes that he doesn't feel comfortable being him, rather, being Marjorine makes him feel more comfortable. She decides to change her gender, which her parents don't like. At the same time, Trent Boyett is released from prison after serving his 5 year sentence...again. He is furious and wants revenge.
main couple: Tremorine
⚠️ Warnings ⚠️
-This story may touch on sensitive issues such as domestic abuse, attempted rape. -At no time is it about discriminating against trans people -Adult content
Little girl... - Prólogo (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1221419967-little-girl-pr%C3%B3logo?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Lubeny123&wp_originator=LJ8pHv7JxSMdSmu%2FuMK7ZsADwFtJ5uAJDchlIFQGAE98ztsQry7D2oiMm8SxTu1dy%2FKbGory7rBmOrnoPxASUiQNf8VHyA8hpYSPQIwVp96ZYvYr6CM7sSkezxgMXf9H Butters se da cuanta de que no se siente cómodo siendo él, más bien, siendo Marjorine se siente más cómodo. Decide cambiar de género,cosa que a sus padres no les agrada. Al mismo tiempo, Trent Boyett sale de la cárcel después de que cumpliera su sentencia de 5 años...otra vez. Está furioso y quiere venganza. pareja principal: Tremorine ⚠️ Advertencias⚠️ -esta historia puede tocar temas sensibles como el abuso doméstico, intento de violación. -En ningún momento se trata de discriminar a las personas trans -Contenido para adultos
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An attempted love story. About Clyde and the forgotten character of the tooth fairy 2000, Loogie.
Love, comedy and drama. Hope you like

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The boys' and girls' war was inevitable.
The girls began with an attack that was super effective, leaving anyone with a girlfriend heartbroken.
The halls of South Park Elementary School were stained blue with the tears of young children who were cut down with a simple note. It didn't matter if you ran away, it didn't matter if he begged; nothing was going to save you, and your girlfriend with you was going to break up.
It was a massacre...
But to the surprise of many, someone who everyone would think would be wallowing in laughter at the situation, was lying on the floor, crying profusely because the one who gave him her heart was also the one who had broken it.
Bill Allen was a victim of that slaughter. There was no laughter anymore, he couldn't say everything was gay anymore (although he still thought so), he could only be sad and heartbroken.
His friend Fosse was watching him from afar. He previously was wallowing with laughter at the misfortune of others; Calling all the crybabies gay and laughing his typical laugh, he noticed that his friend wasn't with him.
He walked a bit and in one of the corridors he saw his best friend looking like a weeping ladybug while he was holding on to that note.
That bitch! Fosse knew why his friend was so sad, she is a heartless viper, a cheap bitch and a sleazy whore; that slut had never given him a good feeling, he always interfered with his plans, never let them out like they did before, and in the end it was just a stone in his friendship.
Hahaha getting mad at a girl because she broke up with her best friend hahaha that's gay
But as much as he enjoyed the tears of his opponents, the sobbing of his best friend was something that, although he tried to simply ignore it, he couldn't, and it bothered him...
He clicked his tongue. He approached Bill, with the intention of comforting him, because according to what the psychologist had told him: 'that's what best friends do', right?
This was all too gay for him.
-hahaha crying over a girl, hahahaha that's gay- his friend reminded him
Fosse hoped that those words would make his friend laugh, that he would get up and that everything would return to normal between them.
But great was his surprise when he saw how his friend cried more intensely.
-She...snif...she...-between tears; It was hard for him to generate words.
He clenched his teeth. He had to do the gayest thing in life.
-She this, she the other- Fosse complained to Bill- you don't understand that she preferred her friends to you, the so-called 'love of hers'
That only made Bill more miserable.
"It's not worth shedding your tears for a bitch who got carried away by social pressure than by her heart," Fosse told her.
Bill didn't know why, but his heart began to beat strongly when he felt how Fosse took her hands and squeezed them to encourage her:
-That you don't see that she no longer loves you; Get rid of that vague feeling, love is a bitch, and crying over someone who isn't worth it is stupid.
Bill looked at his partner, determined to cheer up his friend and make his tears stop, Fosse took his friend's face; Bill blushed a little, but he didn't show it because of the tear stains.
-You're Bill Allen, and you're amazing. You are a very good basketball player, you have nice hair and you are great. You're funny, smart...sometimes; you always have an idea, which at the end of the day gets us into trouble and we end up dying of laughter.
Fosse wiped Bill's tears, and this unconscious one got closer to his friend, enchanted by his words.
-Because when you choose someone, the rest is renounced- he said- and if she chose you, but she didn't renounce; don't be a fagot
That got a small smile out of Bill...
-You see, you're already smiling, that's how it's done
-But when will I like someone, and it works? - he questioned his friend with blue luck
-Whenever, there are many fish in the sea
-And... if it's a boy?
-I would bother you a little, but you know that if you are happy, I am too
Bill gave his friend a smile, he didn't know why but Fosse seemed less of an idiot today.
-At least look on the bright side, we can be the same as before, hahaha
-Yes, hahaha, this is all gay
And with Fosse's help, Bill got up, already feeling a little better.
"Is it okay to be a little sad about that?" Bill asked.
Fosse rolled his eyes and hugged Bill. she squeezed and clung to him, a look from him reminding her that he was gay; but she was silenced by his heart that she only wanted the welfare of the opposite.
For his part, Bill was inwardly confused. His ex-girlfriend had never hugged him like that, his ex-girlfriend had never encouraged him like that; and most importantly, his ex-girlfriend had never dried his tears.
That showed that Allen chose wrong. Who was it that brought him soup when he was sick? Who was the only one who didn't scoff when he buried his pet worm? and even more, who was there for him, in health and illness, good and bad, until that bitch separated them? All the answers were the same, Fosse Mcdaniel.
Fosse could be a fool, almost bald, mocking and lout; with no education and bad manners; but he was a good friend, his friend, and only that...right?
But when he felt how his best friend was still hugging him, and how he could feel his breath on the back of his neck, Bill forgot all the sadness, he concentrated on Fosse, and almost by impulse he took him by the cheek.
Bill brought him a little closer to his face, getting closer and closer, to the point where his lips were about to touch...
*Ring Ring Ring*
The bell announcing the return to classrooms resounded down the hall.
Bill and Fosse broke apart in shock, and it only took a second for him to realize what they were going to do.
-Hahahaha, that's gay hahahaha- River Fosse
-Hahaha yes, that's gay hahahaha- Bill laughed with his friend
They both finished laughing and said goodbye, they went to their respective classes, promising to see each other at the end of the day.
But what they didn't know is that as they walked through the halls, Bill put his hand on his pounding heart, his cheeks were a little pink and he was confused.
All this for his friend Fosse.
That was...Gay?
It can
Lagoona: Hi Val, I've always had a question, whisper something to Val
*Later*
Val: -measures Blaze's crotch-
Val: -Measure to minuet-
val: of power I can, but it kills her in the attempt
I swear
* Blaze and Val in a classical art museum *
Troll: -play the piano-
Val: Jajaja that stupid Trollzart and his boring tunes
Blaze: It was really Vetrollven who composed this melody.
Val: Who are you and what did you do with Blaze ?!
Blaze: -screaming- My girlfriend forced me I swear!
Deafness, hard of hearing, all of that is a common thing for us, but not for a species that all does is sing and dance.
If in our world it is already difficult to have hearing problems, what about a place where music predominates?
And that's what today's story is about.
In one of the nurseries in Syfonopolis, a couple of trolls from different tribes spoke with the owner of the place.
Minuet: and he sleeps after 12
Hola. make sure they don't chew anything that is inedible
The couple was Blaze and Minuet, the 2 trolls had been married a few years ago and later the troll got married and had a beautiful hybrid baby, proof of her love with the rocker.
Today they were going out to solve some issues, they couldn't leave their baby alone, so they had the great idea of ​​leaving their creia in one of the nurseries in Minuet's hometown, Serious mistake.
Minuet: Don't let children touch your ears.
Minuet was no longer the girl she used to be, she had grown up and she was already a little bigger and wider, it was all thanks to her pregnancy.
From that romance a baby was born, Elvis Powerchord, with his dark purple skin and his hair being mint color with blue tips was the treasure of his mother and his father, but he had a little 'problem,
Manager: yes, many love him
Blaze: it's our little baby- he touches his son's nose
Elvis: hahaha daddy- with the adorable voice
Minuet: not to mention that I almost died because of him - look at her son who was in her arms - but it was worth it - kiss her cheek
Manager: he will be in good hands I assure you- take Elvis-
Blaze: we know, but we're still worried, it's the first time he's alone
Manager: He'll be fine, won't he, little guy?
Elvis didn't answer and just sucked his finger.
Manager: what's wrong with him, why doesn't he answer?
Minuet: We also have to talk about that, you see Elvis ... he has hearing problems- he explains- he does not hear very well, we are going to put a device on him when he grows up, but for now just stomp so he can lend you Attention
The manager just smiled, but inside she was very confused and disgusted, a deaf troll? What kind of freak was this baby?
Blaze: we already have to go- kiss Elvis's cheek- I love you son
Minuet: We will be back in a few hours, have a good time, I love you- he kisses his son's cheek
Minuet and Blaze leave the place, and while they left Elvis extended his arms towards his parents, he was confused and scared, who was that woman who was holding him? she looked like his mother but he wasn't, he was nervous.
The caretaker took him inside and sat him on the floor with other classic babies, he was a little bigger than them and that's why he attracted attention.
The other babies began to approach him, which reassured him a bit, the company was something he liked.
Manager: Very good renaissance children- she called the little ones- let's listen to some harp
The manager took out a harp and the other children flew near her, Elvis saw them and, confused, imitated them. Everyone was seated around the lady and she began to play her harp.
The other babies clapped for the music of their teacher, all except Elvis, he did not understand why the other children were clapping, he was not able to hear that instrument, its sound was so low that he did not feel the vibrations, therefore he did not understand anything .
Suddenly Elvis saw an amplifier, he was a very smart baby, so he flew to the amplifier and took the cable, which caught the attention of the manager.
Manager: Elvis come here honey- stop playing- let's feel the music
Elvis: Music vibrates- he pointed to the amplifier and began to move his arms trying to explain himself
Manager: No no no little this is classical music, it's not rock time
Elvis: ...- Facepalm
Elvis saw that the manager was retarded and had to get down to work, with all the strength of his little arms the baby turns the amplifier upside down, and he extended the cable to be able to connect it to the harp and thus feel the vibrations and enjoy the music.
That action upset the woman a lot and she did something horrible, action that will make all of you hate her.
She pulled one of Elvis's ear.
It seems that this woman was worth three hectares of chorizo ​​what Minuet and Blaze told her, why she pulled the boy's ear angrily, which she hurt the infant.
Manager: Elvis I already told you no !. angry she lets go
Elvis did not hear anything, he could not, but it seems that she did not remember, the little boy held his ear in pain, he made a sad face and held back his tears.
Elvis: Music music- pointed at the amp sadly
Manager: Classic rock or the crappy music you listen to, I don't know, but it's not the time
The classic troll took Elvis's arm and pulled him violently until he was next to the group, the little one did not like that and consequently he began to cry.
Elvis: guasa guaaaa! - crying
That made the lady more angry, I think she forgot that she is a 10-month-old baby.
Order: STOP CRYING- yells at him
Elvis literally didn't hear her and kept crying
Manager: MY TROLL DOES CRY!
The woman took Elvis and put him in one of the cribs, he stopped crying and was scared to be in that place, he was imprisoned, the crib did not let him fly and he had nothing to play with.
Manager: you will stay there until you learn to appreciate classical music- angry
Elvis just remained crestfallen with sad eyes and did not answer him. That made the troll angrier
Manager: did you hear me !!! I hit the crib
When he hit the crib there was a vibration, something that Elvis felt and something that scared him and that's why he covered his ears.
Manager: you really are complicated- you look at it badly- a deaf troll, how stupid, with good reason you are weird a real phenomenon- retires
Let's thank Elvis couldn't hear that.
The next few hours Elvis was locked up and away from the group, the caretaker did not let the other babies come near him; She didn't let him imitate the guitar from his father's mouth either, and she had only passed him a bottle. There was a time when the other babies started drumming in a disorganized way, those were too many vibrations and Elvis couldn't process them all so his head hurt for a long time.
The little boy was scared, he wanted his mommy and his daddy, he wanted to get away from this horrible thing, he wanted to get home and have his father play the guitar at his mouth instead of him with a microphone so that he could hear it, I missed a lot.
Some time later, the manager took him out of the corral, which confused him a bit, but then that confusion turned into joy when he saw his parents.
Minuet: My beautiful baby- crying with happiness flying towards her son
Elvis smiled and spread her little arms out to his mother.
Minuet carried Elvis and threw him into the air, this river and Blaze caught him and he curled up in the arms of his father.
Minuet: Mommy and Daddy missed you a lot baby, did you miss us too? - kisses her cheek
Ufff more than or who
Elvis: Mommy mommy- smile at her
Minuet: Awww- dying of tenderness
Blaze: Thanks for taking care of him, I hope he didn't give problems
Manager: If you only knew - whisper
Blaze: what?
Manager: Nothing!
BLaze: I also hope your deafness has been a problem
Manager: Not at all
Minuet: Thank you very much- he smiles- Let's go little
The small classic rock family leaves the place and Elvis sighs in relief, hoping not to return to that place, the manager felt the same, she hoped never to return to that phenomenon.
Bonnie and Clyde//Barllex
Trollstopia of the 30s, music played on public radio and everyone went about their business.
The 1930s were happy years, Monopoly became popular, photocopiers were new, and beers sold like hotcakes.
These years were beautiful, and women were more so.
A small chest, long legs and a cute little waist, one that met all those canons was considered a total beauty.
And Barbara Bloom fit the bill.
With her skin almost gray from the lack of sun, her reddish hair and those curves that made even the holiest man drool, she was a beauty, sexy and with piercing eyes, a true woman in the words of some.
She may be physically perfect, but she had a flaw, one that made many scared and intrigued: she was completely bored.
Barbara Bloom was a difficult woman to please, nothing was enough for her, she was bored with the typical words of love, she wanted excitement, she wanted passion, she wanted ... adrenaline.
Triplet: oh beautiful lady-extend you flowers-give me a chance to at least hold your hand
Right now she was surrounded by boys, suitors interested in her hand in marriage. They all had good intentions, but Barb was not interested, she knew they were all boring, none would give her what she wanted.
Barb: Leave me alone group of idiots-angry- you are all boring
Darnell: Oh fair lady please let me kiss your hand
The girl only frowned, those men would not leave and will continue to insist.
???: she is perfect- looking at barb
At the end, a young techno trolls looked at that beauty queen, he was in love with her. Trollex was a young man who worked with his cousin Sinte selling weapons, they saw the town very safe to eat and in all those visits the boy took the opportunity to see his platonic love.
Sinte: you should talk to him- he suggested
Trollex: I don't know, she is the most beautiful in town, and I am ... I
Sinte: nonsense- push it- go for her tiger
Trollex was pushed to where her lover was, he had no choice but to continue until he reached her, while her cousin cheered him on, and then went to her movie theater, which was next to her car. his cousin.
Trollex: h-hi- nervous
Barb raised an eyebrow when she saw him, this guy was handsome, but the most interesting thing was what was hidden in her jacket.
Trollex: I am trollex Ramos and I would like to tell you that you are beautiful- eager
Barb took a closer look at her jacket and she could make out something, and that something she liked.
Trollex: I would also like to tell you that ...
Barb: yes yes yes yes- interrupts him- what is that you have in your jacket?
Trollex: this? -He takes a gun out of her jacket-it's a gun
The boy could see how that girl was excited just by the presence of that deadly device, she was interested and Trollex knew it, this was her opportunity to impress her.
Trollex: this is my gun- coquero- and I have a million of these more, I don't want to show off but I know how to use it- points to a troll a few meters from them
Barb: that's so cool-slaps him hard on the back
By the action of Barb Trollex reacted and accidentally pulled the trigger and the bullet was fired in the direction of the troll head ... Killing that troll almost immediately.
Trollex went pale and thought what he had just done, he had killed someone!
On the part of her, Barb was moved by this action, at first she was a little scared, but that surprise turned into excitement and pleasure, she liked what her eyes had seen, she wanted more.
Trollex: why- for my troll what did I do? - stupefied and pale, but in Barb and how horrified she was at the moment- My troll Barb was not my intention, I did not want ...
Trollex was about to explain himself, but was interrupted by Barb, she suddenly kissed him passionately and lustfully.
He was very surprised by the actions of the female. He saw her and saw passion, interest, excitement in her eyes, he had achieved, at last he had her girl at her feet.
Barb: For my troll Trollex that was so ...- looking for the words- Exciting- she bites her lip ecstatically
Trollex: if you felt that watching me- extends a gun- what did you feel with when we do it together
The girl excitedly picks up the gun and slams her with such excitement, and prodigiously kisses her new boyfriend.
That was where Barb's enemy was going, she saw her rival with her new partner and was repulsed.
Baby Bun: that's your new boyfriend Barb, you got someone just as pathetic as you, they are for each other trash with trash- she teases
The neighbors came out suddenly, it seems that they already noticed the shot.
Trollex: We're not trash - pull out a shotgun - we're Barb
Barb: And trollex-he points his gun at him- saggy ass twenty-something
Both lovers started shooting that troll while laughing madly
After her, they knew that there could be no witnesses, so they began to turn while they shot each person near them, the bodies and blood fell in piles, your bowl at last the massacre began to kiss with the blood still in they.This moment was very exciting for both of them. They had finally found what they wanted, Trollex had the heart of a barb and this she had the excitement and adrenaline that she so desired. After making love to all the blood and bodies as witnesses they knew they had to go. Soon the police would arrive and they are not complaining of being caught, this party had just started.They both headed to the trollex car to continue in a different place.
Trollex: after these my queen- opens the vehicle doorÂ
Barb: Thank you very much my king-she sits
Trollex: - enter the auto-list for the next city?
Barb: through thick and thin, as long as I'm with you, I love you
Trollex: I love you too- cute- at the next stop we will rob a bank and shoot the guard in the face
Barb: GOD COME HERE- she pounced on him to kiss him.
Do you know the legend of the two young lovers with a love of crime?
They live the fast and dangerous life leaving behind caution and bodies.
The flames of Satan have the deadly names of Trollex and Barb.
Trollex and Barb.
High passions where bullets fly with Trollex and Barb.
Trollex and Barb.
Trollex.
And Barb.
Big mouth credits for the song

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Hybrids / you are not welcome
Lights, music and alcohol, the party has already started.
Trolls were famous for their parties, noisy and crazy, neat and elegant, it doesn't really matter what they were, if it was a troll party, you would most likely have a good time. The music, the drinks and the cute girls dancing, all of this made troll parties the best, especially if the party was from the same tribe as you, but even if, you might have fun anyway.
That's right, I possibly said.
It is that, believe it or not, there is an exception.
And that's what our story is about today.
You see, deep in the forest, where no adult troll lay in sight and where only the moon witnessed what was happening, a party was being held.
It was a funk party, where of course the trolls of that musical genre predominated, but even so there were other trolls of different music, all of them enjoying a good funk melody. That other trolls enjoyed the music of another tribe that IF it was accepted was well seen, hybrids are something else.
And speaking of hybrids; our mestic protagonist this time is: Azariel Ramos Bloom.
The young troll ElectroRock was as I have already mentioned at a funk party.
If he likes parties, he liked funk music and everything, but let's say he's not really wanting to go out tonight, it was because of his friend's fault: Tulipán the princess of Pop who convinced him to come to this party, the girl she was very good at convincing trolls.
When they arrived at the party the looks were not long in coming. What was he doing there? Why did he come? Who invited him ?, Those questions was what the young prince heard, thanks to his good ear he can hear others whispering, and what he heard he did not like at all.
During the party Azariel remained leaning on one of the walls, like a poor outcast and rejected, Tulipan had taken him out to dance a few times but he refused since on all the previous occasions everyone looked at him with displeasure. and that created stress for him.
Let everyone look at him, judge him silently, questioning his existence, wondering why his way of being, internally repudiating just his presence was something that he didn't like; that little voice in his head I repeated a thousand times the disgust he gave, the abomination that he was and the annoyance that he represented for others.
All and many other things were the reason why he did not feel comfortable at that party. But he couldn't cry or just walk away with his head down! What would the other trolls say if they saw him like that? He is the prince of rock damn it! He had to stay strong, like he didn't care about anything and act cool, even though right now he just wants to go home.
He decided to ignore all those negative thoughts, and like a super fast mosquito, hold out as long as he can.
Tulip: relax a bit -suggest- play some of your music maybe he likes
Could they like the electrorock? Well, he didn't lose anything by trying, and maybe he would feel comfortable.
That said, Azariel took out one of his electric guitars, personally modified by him to double as a drum machine.
And I play.
His friend Tulipan smiled approvingly at him, she was one of those few trolls who accepted hybrids. Azariel felt more comfortable now, he remembered while he played the good times that he lived with his music, he felt the calm and roughness that was electro rock and he loved that.
Unfortunately, not everyone thought the same.
5 minutes after he started playing funk music in the background he stopped in his tracks and everyone fixed their eyes on the prince.
He stopped playing and began to feel the stress and anxiety of thousands of eyes on him.
X1: what was that?
X2: it's weird
X3: it's electrorock it's very strange
Azariel frowned trying to look intimidating, but deep down he was hurt by what that troll said, do they think his music is bad? What if it really is? That was the music he felt comfortable with, why couldn't it be the same?
The other trolls present started to mutter, Azaril knew they were talking about him, that only added to the pressure on him.
Tulipan: Ignore them boy, you're great- trying to cheer him up
She may be right and he is being stressed by the simple opinion of a couple of trolls, it was best to breathe and continue enjoying the music.
x4: ElectroRock is rubbish, techno and rock were good separately, but together they create an abomination, just look at it is a phenomenon- pointing to Azariel IT'S OVER!
This is the straw that broke the camel's back, he understood when it was not wanted, and this time the message was very clear.
Azariel lowered his head annoyed and took the guitar from him, started walking towards the exit, it was enough for tonight.
Tulip: Azariel, where are you going? - worried
Azariel: My music is not welcome here- with a broken voice- so neither am I.
The prince began to lengthen more and more ...
Tulip: Come on Azariel stay!ignore them and now
Azariel: Leave it Tulip- sigh- I know when they don't want me That said
 Azariel leaves the place, leaving his friend alone and a bunch of funk trolls taunting him in the distance.
He would not stay in a place where he is not accepted as he is.
Hybrid / First worst day
Confusion, bewilderment, fear, anguish, anxiety, a strange feeling of being watched and judged at every moment of your life.
That was the feeling that that troll felt at all times.
Knowing about her that those around her criticize her, judge her and simply sentence her to be the object of gossip and chatter, just because she is a mestizo.
The emissions in her head were many.
The anxiety of not knowing that her 2 Funk trolls were whispering a few meters from her ate her alive. Are they talking about her? Are they judging her? what are they saying? Why does she whisper like that? DID YOU LOOK AT HER? Why are they laughing? She knew that her clothes were not the best but it was not so bad, her mother had made an effort to make her look good. Don't they like her? Does she look bad and is that why they make fun of her? Or they may be making fun of the song that was hummed a while ago.
She liked the melody: L-pop, the beautiful combination between Reggaeton and K-pop. The hectic reggaeton themes and her Latin origins, mixed with the beautiful Korean language that her mother and her aunts had taught him, in her humble opinion was one of the best things she had done, but of course, Did it matter what she said?
(...)
-Are you a hybrid?
-How does this work?-
-Are you Reggeaton or K-pop? -
-What are you exactly? -
-You decided! -
No matter how many times she explained it, those questions kept coming, not only from her classmates, but from adults, teachers and even the principal was a bit surprised.
-Hybrids are a minority, it's not worth trying to understand them-
That was one of the things she heard after leaving that minimalist office.
The first day of school was horrendous, at least for her. And although she tried to stay strong, it was a bit difficult.
The teacher introduced her to the class, the class was diverse and full of different music troll.
And even though they were all different, she was the only weirdo in the crowd.
Was it her hair? Was it her clothes? Was it something related to her appearance? Well, the answer was no. Was it her personality? impossible, this was her first day, nobody knew her. The most logical answer is that it is because she is mestizo.
Something completely new for young troll minds.
She thought that this would be a good day, she would make new friends, learn things, have fun, discover herself and at the end of the day she would go home where she would tell her parents about the incredible day she had.
Nothing further from reality.
The day passed normally outside of her, but she hurt inside her.She was alone, nobody spoke to her and that made her feel bad.
They marginalized her for being different, no one sat with her, totally alone at lunch, watched sadly as the other children around her laughed with the other infants, possibly they laughed at her.
-It is that hybrids are not pure blood-
Who does this think to say that? pure blood? she is not animal.
That phrase did hurt her, it made her feel bad and that she was not good enough, she tried to do her best to fit in, she didn't know how to act, being herself let's say it didn't work, she tried to be cheerful and hang out with cool guys , but every attempt only made her look ridiculous and consequently everyone laughed at her. That fueled her anxiety, she wanted to cry but everyone took her as weak, what if she never fit in, what if they always marginalized her? What if she did not find friends ?, she would be alone, she felt alone, despite having family and friends outside of school, at this time she felt longing, she wanted to go home.
Triplet: Wendy, the class is over Mija, let's go home
The girl raised her head, stepping out of her thoughts and paying attention to her parent.
Tresillo: How was your first day of school?
Horrible was the perfect definition, she felt lonely and anxious most of the day; she wanted to tell him, but no! her father had tried so hard to get a chance at this prestigious school. She didn't want to disappoint and look ungrateful, she loved her father too much to care.
Wendy: It was amazing, taita
Hybrid/ Trolls
Hybrid
That it comes from the union of two individuals of the same genus but of different species.
According to the dictionary, that's the definition of hybrid, and you're right. 2 different species but of the same genus are perfectly capable of procreating and from that act a young will be born, a baby that combines the characteristics of both parents, their features and appearance and possibly shape. In any case a beautiful creature.
That being will be the object of much research, the baby of 2 totally different species will attract looks, questions, curiosity, and even ... repulsion.
Not all are equally compressible.
Long after the world tour, and later Trollstopia, they began to appear ...
Trollstopia was founded with the purpose of all tribes getting along, celebrating cultural diversity and making new friends and meeting more troll; Needless to say, this was a success, Trollstopia worked well! ... too well.
All those trolls from different cultures: Classic, Techno, Funk, Country, Rock and Pop, so many new trolls, new friends, new ... loves.
That's right, I said loves, why ?, because it is impossible that, among so many different trolls, some feeling has not arisen, some soap opera romance and later ... an egg.
From 2 troll and their love an egg hatches that later hatches as a baby troll. But what to expect from a troll baby with different parents? The confusion is too much. How will it look, will she act, how will it grow ?, and most importantly, what kind of music will it be ?.
The first troll hybrid was Azariel Ramon, son of Queen Barb and King Trollex, a beautiful baby with techno shape and troll rock traits.
Many saw it with bad eyes, the differences were too many, something completely new was what those kings had created.
And it did not stop there ...
Over time, more mixed trolls began to be born, causing more doubt and even repulsion in other trolls, if in itself it was suddenly difficult to start living with other tribes, the sudden appearance of hybrids was worse.
They didn't know how to react, and when they did, it wasn't in a good way.
Nowadays, many trolls find hybrid troll repulsive, others see them as something normal, but let's say there are not many.
Being a hybrid troll is difficult, the confusion, the culture, the identity crisis and to add, the discrimination and the bad looks they receive daily.
That is why I ask you to accompany me, we will discover and enter the minds of young mixed-race trolls. We will learn their day to day and how they do it to live.
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Hybrids
I'm thinking of doing a story about the Trolls hybrids. How discrimination, closed minds and cultural mixing affect them. Dealing with issues such as loneliness, rejection, bullying and harassment.
What do you think?
All day
8 AM
Minuet: -get up-Good morning my love
BLaze: good morning my Minnie and Trollstopia- makes guitar sounds
8:30 am
Minuet: -Breakfast-
Blaze: -making guitar sounds-
10 AM
Minuet: -washing clothes-
Blaze: -Making guitar sounds while he hangs the clothes-
12 PM
Minuet: -Eating-
Blaze: - making guitar sounds-
2PM
Minuet: -cleaning-
Blaze: -making guitar sounds while sweeping-
4PM
Minuet: -practicing with the violin-
Blaze: -making guitar sounds-
5 PM
Minuet: - bathing-
Blaze: -making guitar sounds in the shower-
7 PM
Minuet: -Eating-
Blaze: -making guitar sounds-
8 PM
Minuet: -brushing Blaze's hair-
Blaze: -making guitar sounds-
10 PM
Blade: -laying down to bed- today was a hard day
Minuet: Are you tired?
Blaze: NO! I'm not going to deprive the world of my genius-yawn- but that will be tomorrow
Minuet: I wanted to hear your guitar by mouth a little more
Blaze: play all day, how come you don't get tired?
Minuet: Because I love the 'instrument' ... and I love the troll that plays it
Blaze: awww-kiss her cheek- good night Minnie, I love you too ...