Hellooooooo people of FanFiction! So, I'm having major writer's block with my other stories. And I got the inspiration for this story so… here it is! I have the whole story planned out, only the major points, and I don't have everything written out yet. If you all have any suggestions or would like to see a certain thing happen, as long as it won't mess up my plan I will try my best to fit it in. ;) This chapter is extremely short, but it's only the introduction. The other chapters will be longer. :) Read, review, and enjoy chapter 1 of A Penny for Your Thoughts! Oh, and you'll understand the name later in the story.
This is Berk. It's twelve days north of civilization and a few miles south of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery.
My city.
In a word, close. With not many people everyone knows everyone. They laugh together, cry together, and always have someone to talk to.
The only exception is me. You see most people have friends or family, I have… no one.
Most people would make friends. Not me. I'm different, so they have acceptance issues.
My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know, but it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off unwanted newcomers, like our charming, cruel demeanor wouldn't do that.
Onto Stoik the Vast, mayor of the town. They say he's the perfect man for the job. Do I believe it? You'll find out.
Now, the meathead with a prosthetic hand named Gobber. He's the head of the only school that has ever been in Berk, the only one that ever will be in this small town.
Speaking of school, I should probably get to it. Not that anyone will miss me if I don't… You'd think with my father being the Great Stoik the Vast, the mayor of Berk, and all I would be popular. Most kids would. I'm very different from most kids. How? Let me explain.
First off, most kids have two living parents, or have at least met both parents. Not me. My mother died when I was a baby. I know not all kids have both parents, but I'm pretty sure every kid I know has at least one parent who loves them. My father barely even acknowledges I exist. I don't remember ever hearing the words, "I love you." I often wonder if my mother ever said those three words to me. If she did, I have no way of remembering. I suppose I could ask my father, but he would probably just yell at me or hit me.
Secondly, most kids like doing sports or hanging out with their friends during their free time. We are currently covering the latter of those issues, so no extra needs to be added. For the sports issue, I have never been able to play a sport. I am very small and weak and, frankly, I prefer drawing. I'm sure you're thinking that drawing isn't too bad, tons of people do it. Not people from Berk, they think drawing or doing anything else very creative is a sign of weakness. They don't think drawing is a good use of time, and they especially don't think a fifteen-year-old boy should be drawing dragons from children's fairy tales.
Another thing, I'm not loud and straightforward like most Berkians. I'm shy and very sarcastic.
I'm so different from the others here, it's no wonder why most of them pretend I don't exist. Though, there are those select few who do see me when they look. And when they do see me, I usually get to see a very close up look of their fist before I find myself with another bloody nose or black eye. But don't worry, they don't always punch me first thing. They make sure to insult me a few times then they punch me. Or kick me. Or shove me into a locker. Or shove me in a locker.
So, yeah, that's my life. Pretty great, huh? I keep telling myself that I'm strong, that I can make it one more day. But the truth is… I don't know how much longer I can take this.