Hiccup wake up!" somebody shakes my shoulder; I opened my eyes, it was Dad. "See we are in Burgess now," my dad said smiling at me. "Oh," was the only thing I could say, I yawned loudly and stretched my hands above my head. Dad jumped out from the driver's seat. I lazily opened the door and came out of the car. After four hours of driving we were finally in Burgess, that's great, note the sarcasm. Firstly, I never wanted to leave my home town Berk, I still remember how shocked I was when my Dad first told me that we were moving to Burgess. I just can't understand why it is happening so fast-
-Flashback-
"Hiccup, I want to say something." Dad said looking at me, I was reading my favorite book at that time; "ok," I said not looking at my dad. "I just wanted to say we are moving." I closed my book and stood up from the chair. "Moving where?" He sighed "We are moving to Burgess." he said while looked down, "What?!" I shouted "Why?!" He then looked at me. "I found a new job in Burgess."
"But you can work here, why Burgess?!" I was so angry that my whole body was shaking. He said nothing.
"Dad tell me why you don't want to work here!"
"It's none your business, I already made my decision we are moving and that's final!"
"But dad-"
"No buts just go pack your stuff!"
Tears started falling down on my cheeks, "I Hate You!" I shouted and ran to my room.
-Flashback Ends-
After that incident I barely talked to my Dad. It still hurt so much that he just made a decision and did not even care about my feelings.
'No! I am not going to cry again.'
I calmed myself and made my way to the house. I looked inside, my Dad was unpacking our things.
"Do you need help?" I asked.
Dad looked at me "Yes please."
After three hours of struggling we were finally able to finish unpacking.
My legs hurt so much that when I fell onto the couch I don't remember falling asleep.
Next morning I woke up in bed.
It seems that Dad carried me to my room. I looked around my room.
The room was alright, the walls were painted green, which is my favorite color.
I stood up from my bed, then opened my dresser and took out a green shirt, black hoodie and brown jeans.
Then I went to take a shower and get dressed.
After a few minutes, I stepped downstairs and saw my Dad was in kitchen and cooking something.
'It smells good.'
I make my way to the dining table and sit in the chair. He came over with a plate full of pancakes; he placed the plate in front of me and then sat next to me.
"Good Morning." He said awkwardly.
"Morning," I said and started eating my food quietly.
He looked at me, "Are you still angry?"
'No, No why should I be angry, I am so much happier now because the places and people I loved are at the Old House and now I am in a strange place and I have no friends. Thanks Dad.' I thought.
"Why do you care that I am angry or not?" I said.
I finished my meal and stood up, turning around, I did not expect Dad to say anything.
I can feel he was sad because of my rude behavior, but why should I care what he was feeling if he doesn't care about my feelings. I went to my room and shut the door.