So I already wrote this story but I reread it recently and I realized I was bad at things that are slightly important when it comes to writing like storytelling, character development and avoiding grammar mistakes so I decided to rewrite it because it's a good story and I want it to be the best I can make it. Don't worry, it'll still be awful, but just slightly less awful
At School
Jack's eyes had been glued to the clock for the past five minutes and as soon as the clock struck 3:55. He silently prayed that he hadn't wasted three weeks devising this plan for nothing. He raised his hand and asked his teacher if he could use the bathroom and he got a yes. He was so excited he nearly skipped to the door, casting a quick look over his shoulder to Hiccup who stared at him suspiciously. Jack ran across the entire school to get to the boiler room. Once inside he closed and locked the door before he pulled out his phone and dialed Red's number. She answered on the first ring.
"Are you in position?" Jack asked.
"Yep." Red said. "I see the nest and the sky."
"Good. It'll be time in three, two. one"
The bell rang and hundreds of students came out of their classrooms with most of them making a beeline for the door.
"Now we wait." Jack said. And they did wait for thirty minutes.
"This is way weird. I haven't seen any of the Vikings at all."
"They usually have to do a thorough sweep of the place before they're allowed to leave for the day. I really wish I wasn't the clock they had to punch in."
"Is it safe to go?"
"It's suspicious, definitely, but if this is a lucky break it's better to get out of here quick."
"On it." Red said, looking around carefully before approaching the boiler room door. Jack opened it a crack and handed her his car keys. When she saw the design that looked like the head of a trident her eyes widened. She closed the door and held the phone to her ear. "You got another car?"
"Yeah, my mom wanted to get me a gift when she saw I got a 5.0 on my report card."
"How are you saying that so casually?" Red was walking outside. "You got a Maserati for a good grade. Most kids just get to pick what they want to eat for dinner."
"That's not special. Agnes always makes me whatever I want for dinner."
"Oh, right, you have a personal team of chefs. I so wish I was you."
"I'd make that trade any day. You're a lot luckier. You're popular and you never get hounded by Hiccup and his thugs."
"True, but then again if I was rich I could just hire some hitmen to kill them and that problem would go away. I'm outside."
Jack left the boiler room and ran to the school's front door. After he made it through it would only ten strides keeping him from getting home. But as soon as he stepped through the door he heard Red, now outside the car and running toward him yelling at him to stop.
Hiccup's Perspective
The second Jack left the classroom Hiccup raised his hand and asked the teacher. "Can I go to the bathroom?"
"As soon as he gets back." the teacher said.
"Hm." Hiccup said with a smile. "If I refrained from telling the principle that my teacher has a half-ounce of a certain white powder hidden in the false bottom of his desk would that change your mind?"
"Just go."
"Thank you, sir." Hiccup stood up and entered the hallway, sending a text to each of his friends saying to meet him on the roof. He then went to the nurse's office-which was vacant on Thursdays-pulled out a set of keys he'd swiped from the janitor, opened the door and went to the cabinet, pulling out a bottle of peroxide. Then he went to the room the homecoming committee used for their meetings and found a bag of balloons in a drawer. When he got to the staircase that led to the roof Astrid, Camicazi, Dagur, Snotlout, Ruffnut and Tuffnut were gathered waiting for him to open the door.
"What are we doing here?" Snotlout asked. "I'm gonna get detention for walking out of class."
"Well Astrid can just tell your teacher that if you end up going she'll tell the principle how she's been getting such good grades without doing her homework or taking any tests. Right now I need your help. Frost is up to something and I need to execute a preemptive strike."
"What's that?" Tuffnut asked.
"It's like a sucker punching someone in a fight." Hiccup said.
"I love those." Tuffnut said.
"So how do you want us to beat him up this time?" Snotlout asked.
"You won't."
"Why-"
"Because that's the type of thinking you did when I found your sorry asses. No, no, no, I am going to do something much worse than give him a busted lip and and a few bruises."
"I like what I'm hearing." Dagur said with a deranged smile.
"Then I need you to fill up some balloons." Hiccup said.
Back to Jack
When Jack stepped out of the door four water balloons dropped on his head one after the other.
"What the hell?" Jack said. "Since when have they pulled such childish pranks, it's not like them?"
"I have no idea." Red said. "It's totally-"
Jack whimpered. "Ow." he said.
"What's wrong?" Red asked.
"The top of my head burns like fire. What was in those balloons?"
"It's not acid considering your scalp is still intact. And since it's in your hair there's a possibility..."
"A possibility that?"
"Hiccup wouldn't do something so dumb."
"Tell me." Jack's voice was quivering with pain.
"That feeling reminds me of when I got my hair bleached so he might have put peroxide in those balloons to mess with you in a more...extreme way."
"What?"
"I'll take you home. Take a long shower and wash your hair the best you can. That might help before it gets too bad."
Red got Jack home in ten minutes, breaking at least twenty laws-included but not limited to hit and runs on both cars and people, running red lights and driving on the wrong side of the road. When Jack got to Overland manner he sprinted upstairs and got into the shower fully clothed, shampooing and conditioning his hair ten times under cold water before the pain dulled enough for him to be able to think clearly. When he got out he went to the mirror and wiped the condensation off the glass to reveal that his hair was nearly all white, dappled with brown in some spots. In that moment Jack was, for the first time in his life, uncontrollably furious. From the anger at being tormented everyday, the hopelessness of being defenseless, the frustration of trying to find a way to get out of the situation without Hiccup finding out and putting those plans out along with the flicker of hope each of them started with, the shame of lying to his parents about where his injuries came from and the hopelessness of it all. He punched the mirror and glass flew everywhere. Jack went to his room, packed a bag and left a note in his parents' bedroom, making sure to take the side entrance to avoid weaving a lie to tell Red about where he was going.
The note read:
I'm going to Uncle Manny's for the summer.
I'm sorry but I need to do this.
-Jack