The door to the principal's office swung open in an angry manner, as an older troll with curly brown hair stormed in. She looked back into the hall, sighing angrily as she rolled her eyes.

"Poppy! Get in here, now!" she shouted.

As she said that, a young pink troll walked in, her hands behind her back, as she kept her head low.

"Have a seat, Poppy," principal Quincy said in a soft voice.

Poppy walked forwards, taking a seat without saying a single word.

"So, I understand you put some flyers up all around the school?" principal Quincy stated. "Yes... I... I did," Poppy said softly, trying to avoid eye contact.
"Why would you Photoshop my head onto the body of a rhinoceros!?" the troll with the brown curly hair yelled.

"Well, I..." Poppy started, but principal Quincy cut her off.

"Rhinoceros?" principal Quincy questioned. "Oh, no, no, no. She made you a hippopotamus."
"No, no. She's a rhinoceros. A hippo has fatter thighs and a wider snout," Poppy corrected.

"What does it matter!?" the brown haired troll yelled. "I think we should call her father in to discuss this!"
"Um... actually... my dad's stationed in Europe right now..." Poppy said softly.
"He's in the military," Quincy said.
"Well, there must be some adult in charge of her."

Poppy nodded, looking up at her.

"My older brother, Phlox," Poppy stated.
"Oh, yes. The 'artist'," the brown haired troll said, rolling her eyes again.
"He's a great artist!" Poppy yelled, standing up for her brother.

"Look, we don't need to call her brother in about this," Quincy stated. "I'm sure that you can come up with a suitable punishment, Mrs. Burg."

Mrs. Burg chuckled, rubbing her hands together evilly, as she smirked at Poppy.

"Fine," she said, cackling softly. "You know, Poppy... I am in charge of the talent show this year."
"Yeah. You're holding auditions on Saturday," Poppy said, nodding slowly.
"No... you are."
"Huh!?"

The brown haired troll smirked, crossing her arms.

"I will be enjoying my Saturday while you videotape the auditions for me," she said. "No!" Poppy yelled. "I'm going to see Bad hair day play live at the Hawthorne on Saturday!"
"Not anymore."
"Aw, come on!"

Mrs. Burg glared at the young pink troll angrily.

"It's what you get for turning me into a hippopotamus!" she yelled.
"Rhinoceros..." Poppy corrected softly, turning her gaze away from the mean teacher.

"Get out!" Mrs. Burg yelled
"Yes, ma'am!" Poppy said, running out of the room in fear.