Chapter 1
Narrator's POV
"See you at practice tomorrow!"
Juliet pulled herself from her music when she realized the assistant coach was addressing her. "See you! Have a good night coach!" she said, flashing a warm smile.
She then noticed it was her turn to get on the bus. She spun her wheelchair around; nudged the joystick until her tires where perfectly between the two guide poles and her driver had snapped the lift's front belt.
The alarms blared loudly as she backed into the bus, but she barely noticed, being consumed into a song. She mouthed the words to herself as she positioned herself between the wheelchair hookups.
The bus slowed and stopped, Juliet still within her music cranked to near full volume slid onto the ramp then off onto her driveway.
Charging into the garage at full speed she only slowed to squeeze between her parents two cars, with a quick movement she lifted her sneaker to the door handle, pulling it down and shoving her way in.
"I'm home!" she called, instantly greeted by her oversized golden doodle. The large black dog forced his snout into her lap wagging his tail wildly. This caused Juliet to smile and giggle at the dog's behavior she ruffled his curls.
"How was your day" a moment later her mom appeared a bottle of sriracha in her hand.
"Good" Juliet lied; she had actually had a fairly bad day. "What's for dinner?"
"Pizza" her mother gestured to several boxes stacked on top of one another."
Juliet's POV
"Tab me bitch!" I say teasingly to get a half angry half disinterested eyed roll from mom. I limp to the table grabbing a large piece of pizza, carrying it to the counter. Without bothering to grab a plate I wolf down the pepperoni topped cheap, room temperature pizza in my hand.
`Half way through the slice with a long strand on cheese dangling from my chin, my mom plops my favorite caffeinated beverage in front of me. I quickly eat the rest of the pizza snatching my glorious diet gold and beginning on the half hour or so I have of homework.
Either something was in that pizza or I was coming down with something. My head spun like a top and my whole body ached with exhaustion. It was only 7:32 way too early for a night owl such as myself.
"Can I go to bed?" I beg more than ask, my eyelids drooping.
"Have you finished your homework?" She answers my question with another question.
"Yes" I say. Well it's kinda true, I'm almost done. I quickly sketch in a question mark for problem 49, just in case I don't have time to do it before class starts.
I plop into bed, barely conscious as my mom covers me with blankets, turn on my fan, and flicks off the lights.
I see myself, I know I am dreaming. I can feel everything around me but I'm out of body. My face swivels around in every direction, surveying the overwhelming light coming from every direction. My blue eyes widen with shock and I take off, in my kind of running through what I now realize is snow. My body contracts and expands in a gait that looks similar to a long limbed telitubby.
I soon get bored with the chase scene, my dream self, she outlasting my real self in stamina.
Then she slips and does one of the flailing spins I've taught myself as to not break a bone via my tight joints. I let out a gasp, my mind stops for a moment and I rejoin my dream in body. I shriek as I realize I don't hit solid ground. My limbs frantically search for solid ground to no avail. I fall further and further until slowly I'm emerged in blackness.
"Five more minutes" I mumble groping at the thing nudging my side.
"Git' up" says a gruff voice.
Realizing I have no idea who the voice belonged to my mind clears instinctually. I shake my shaggy head of blonde hair and look up to the source of the voice.
I curse at surprise at the form before me, it's Gobber. His round face a short distance away, his prosthetic arm where my ribcage used to be.
"Where-where am I?' I say with fear and wonder as I survey the forest around me.
"This here is Berk" he says enthusiastically, extending his good arm.
I swallow hard, on the brightside I always wanted to go to Europe.