Chapter 1

Jack walked with his staff tap, tap, tapping on the ground. He carried a duffle on his shoulder and a big, wide smile on his face. His little sister Emma was talking to him, telling him about her new friend that she met in school. His parents lagged behind and smiling as they watched the two siblings converse.

You see Jack was blind since he was ten and Emma, his half sister, and his parents were helping him move into his college dorm. But Jack was far from helpless, in fact the only reason he allowed his parents, yes allowed, to help him move in was because he wanted to catch up with Emma, who, while Jack was finishing college preparations, had been in school. His parents had offered to drive him and Emma so they could catch up and help him move into his new dorm. He agreed, but made sure that they knew he was only accepting their help so he could catch up with Emma.

The odd family finally made it to Jack's dorm. Jack looked back at his parents, having heard their footsteps stop.

"Are we here?" He asked them.

"Yes we are, are you ready to go in?" Mrs. Overland asked him, but already knew the answer to that because of the wide smile that took over Jack's face.

"Am I ever!" Jack explained, but soon remembered that Emma was still there and she would have to leave soon. His smile turned to a frown and his blind eyes lost their glint.

Mrs. Overland saw this and said: "Emma can help you unpack, right Emma?"

Emma nodded her head excitedly and started to jump up and down yelling, "More time with Jack! More time with Jack!"

Jacks smile came back full force and he started to unlock his new dorm. The door opened revealing two twin beds, a desk with a desktop on it, a big comfy looking chair, a closet, two end tables, a dresser, and a little bathroom that contained a sink, a shower with a built in seat, and a toilet. Jack walked all over the room tapping each item with his staff, his already big smile seeming to get bigger. His sister Emma was walking by his side, describing each item his staff touched in great detail, their conversation on the way to the dorm temporarily forgotten. But as his staff touched the second bed, Jack was confused.

"Ma, why is there a second bed? I thought it was only me."

"No, honey," Mrs. Overland said. "I told you that people with disabilities would be paired in the same room, I never said you were the only one. You must have assumed that." Jack tapped the bed one final time and then went to stand beside his mother, who was standing next to the bed near the door.

"I'm taking this one." Jack told his parents, tapping the bed near the door with his staff.

Next Jack started to get settled in by putting his clothes away in the first dresser door while Emma continued her story from earlier. Occasionally the chatter was broken when Jack asked what color his clothing was, so he could sort it from red- purple in rainbow order. Although, most of his clothes were light blue or white, since those were his favorite colors. Now I bet you are confused, at least a little. Even though Jack could not see, he often associated his favorite colors with things he liked, such as ice or snow. And if you think that is weird, well you might be weird too, because you may find yourself thinking that pink reminds you of a fond memory of a first love, and that is the same thing. Jack's favorite hoody, as well as his heavy coat was put in the closet for later use and easy access.

All too soon, Jack was done sorting his stuff and his parents as well as his little sister were saying good-bye. They told him to visit when he could and to send emails, if his roommate would type them for him. Emma almost got away with staying with Jack by hiding in the bathroom, if it weren't the giggles that gave her away.

Jack's nimble fingers found the keys of the computer easily as he quickly searched up a song on YouTube. Now, you might again be confused, how can a blind person see the screen? Well the easy answer is he can't, but he does know what back screen the computer has and where the icon for Google Chrome is. How? Well I did mention before that Emma was very through in her explanation of the room, did I not? The first notes of The Beatles "Hey Jude" started to play as Jack sat back in the comfy chair, closing his eyes.

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Hi, I'm Hiccup. Great name I know, but in my defense my dad was trying to get his parents back for naming him Stoick. That plan failed though, they loved my name. My uncle also tried to get my grandparents back by naming my cousin Snotlout; they loved that name even more. So when my friend Fredrick came to my house while my grandparents were visiting, they took it upon themselves to come up with a nickname for him. Now, he is known as Fishlegs by more than half of my school. All thanks to my grandparents, who were pretty proud of themselves.

Then when I was little, well littler, I nicknamed my little brother Toothless. You know, because he was a baby and didn't have any teeth. He then proceeded to name the cat I got for my tenth birthday Toothless too. So now I have two Toothless's in my immediate family. The next nicknamed were the twins Trevor and Rebecca. They are not the smartest and decided to nickname themselves Ruff and Tuff. I told them that rough and tough was not spelled like that, but they ignored me. Oh, and I forgot to tell you about one really important person, my best friend, she didn't fall into the nickname trap…

"Hiccup get up! Today is the first day of college and if you are not up I will KILL you!"

Astrid.

"Coming A-Astrid!"

What? I stutter when I'm nervous, and Astrid is the one person you should be nervous around. I make my way downstairs and outside where Astrid is waiting in her car. Yes, she called to me from her car; she didn't even bother to get out. That's Astrid in a nutshell, the no- nonsense type. And me? Well I'm…

"Hey Hiccup, how are you doing? Good? Get in the car."

"You know what, I think I will take a walk down the block, get some fresh air, explore this beautiful town..."

"Get in you sarcastic bastard."

a sarcastic bastard, as Astrid so nicely put it.