Chapter 1: A Rude Awakening

Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon. That honor goes to Cressida Cowell and Dreamworks. I only own the OC's in this story.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Yet another night of peaceful sleep interrupted by that blasted alarm clock. Groaning, she managed to fumble her hands on the snooze button and sloppily press it, only for the incessant sound to continue. Finally, she managed to pull the plug out of the wall, and the sound stopped. Ahh, back to sleep for me, she thought. But just as she was about to slip back into dreamland, her mother called up from the kitchen.

"Anna, it's time to get up! You wouldn't want to miss school, would you?" Anna groaned, more out of exhaustion than annoyance.

"I'll be down soon, Mom," she called back, sleepily. "Just give me five...more...minutes..." Her sleep was interrupted once more. The creature at the foot of her bed narrowed its oversized eyes, glaring at his sleepy companion, and scurried over to Anna, who seemed to be smiling as she tried to drift back to sleep.

The mischievous little animal curled his scaly lips in a smug grin, and without another moment's delay, he proceeded to lick away at Anna's face.

"Aw, hey, come on! Stop. Hey, quit it!" Anna groaned, fighting to stay asleep as if for dear life. "Ughhh. Alright, alright already. I'm up, I'm up!" She jumped out of bed, wiping some of the slobber from her face. The little creature looked up at his companion, tongue out and tail wagging with that mischievous look on his face. He was clearly satisfied that he'd succeeded in waking Anna up.

"Okay, Sparks. I'm awake now. Happy, you smug lizard?" Sparks squealed in satisfaction, and maybe even faking innocence, before giving her a stern look. Well, I can't have you just miss the last day of school, now can I? He asked, sending his thoughts straight to her mind. "Well, now I gotta go get this slime out of my hair, thanks to you." Anna replied, wiping more of the goo from her nose. You're welcome, Sparks though-spoke to her, a proud grin on his face.

Anna sighed. As she got everything she needed for her shower, she looked around the room. She felt proud of the various sketches of dragons around the room, especially one that portrayed a Terrible Terror hatching from his egg, surrounded by the fragments of said egg. Six years ago, the little trouble maker sitting proudly on her bed had squeaked his first squeak, as he first came into the world. Anna sighed again, enjoying the memory. She still cared deeply for her little buddy, even if he did cause trouble every now and again.

After her shower, she went downstairs to the kitchen, where her mother, her breakfast, and her scaly, fire breathing alarm clock were waiting. "Well, good morning, sweetie," her mother said happily. "Sleep well?"

"I did," Anna replied, before casting a glare at the dragon on the counter, who was enjoying a slice of ham. "Until he slobbered all over me." The little dragon didn't do much but flutter his little wings at her as he continued eating.

"Hey, he just wanted to make sure you didn't oversleep." Mrs. Johnson said, clearing her place.

"I know, I know," Anna replied. "But did he really have to slobber on me so much?"

Yes, the dragon replied in thought-speak, continuing to chew on his ham. I most certainly did.

Anna sighed and said, "I don't see why I would need to go to school today, anyway. It's not like anything important is going on."

With a slight chuckle, Anna's mom replied, "True, but it would be nice to see your friends again. Isn't Charlotte leaving for Florida tomorrow?"

"Well, yeah" Anna replied. "I guess she is. Okay, I'll go." Good, Sparks thought-spoke. Because your bus is here.

Oh, shoot!, Anna thought. She quickly grabbed her bag and her lunch and rushed outside. "Bye, Mom. Bye, Sparks. See you later!" She called back, as she saw the bus roll up to her stop.