Chapter 1

So here is another fic about high school from yours truly. So this is going to be a gender (my first one of this type) and I hope that this goes over well. I know from reading other stories that some people don't like the gender benders, but here we go.

Hiccup=Hannah

Astrid=Alex (Alexander)

Snotlout=Shannon

Heather=Hunter

Fishlegs=Faith

Ruffnut (still fem) =Riley

Tuffnut (still male) =Tate

Dagur=Darla (Why not make the creepy dude be the creepy girl from Nemo?)

Yeah, so that's that, and here we go. The school is modeled after my high school, so yeah. I don't own the Httyd Franchise and please review.

It's the first day of Hannah Haddock's sophomore year, and she is not looking forward to it. The band instructors had decided to make her the band's Drum Major for the rest of her high school career. The only reason why they chose her is that she is the most fluent with every instrument. The praise was great, but the part she did not look forward to was standing in front of the entire band made up off one hundred eleven kids and the home and away teams and fans during every home football game. To make matters worse, during the first football game that kicked off the season last Friday, the school's star sports player, Alex Hofferson, was decked by the opposing team. Hannah had oddly felt responsible for his accident.

As her father's sleek black Subaru pulled up next to the sidewalk, Hannah tossed her bag over her shoulder. Pushing the car's door open she got out, straightening the hem of her shirt and waved bye to her dad, faltering as he sped away. Hannah was wearing her thick auburn hair in a ponytail, a maroon long sleeved shirt under a thin dark grey sweater, deep washed denim skinny jeans, and her well-worn black knock-off pair of vans sneakers. Tugging at her sleeves, Hannah walked quietly to the side door of the Music Department. Having received her schedule in the mail the previous week, she was relieved to have a majority of her classes online so that she could study music.

Inside, she walked down the half flight of stairs to the band room. The music instructors, Mr. Russell and Mr. Brien where in the small room to her left, picking out the line up of concert music of the year. Knocking hesitantly on the opened door, the teachers told her to enter.

"Ah, here's our Drum Major," Mr. Russell greeted, glancing her way before returning to searching the filing cabinets of music.

"Ready for the football game this Friday night?" Mr. Brien asked, tucking an arrangement under his arm and grabbed for the keys on his lanyard to unlock another cabinet.

"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess," Hannah shrugged, placing her right hand across her body and held her left arm.

"We're going to have you talk to the freshmen today, just give them the just of what to expect with the year and stuff," Mr. Russell informed her, pushing the filing cabinet closed, arms empty.

"Mr. Gallegan has requested you do the same for the freshmen in the choir too," Mr. Brien added.

"Alright, will do," Hannah said, the bell rang and she walked out of the small room and up the half flight of stairs before pulling her schedule. "Period A, Chemistry with Mrs. Thibeault, room four o nine," Hannah muttered to herself, walking in the direction of the 400 wing that housed the Science Department.

Hannah dodged the crowds of kids in the wide hall that ran along the hall for the Music Department and the Science department. Once across the sea of students, she followed the numbers above the doors until she found her destination, right across from her Biology class from the previous year. Entering the room, she found her friend Faith and sat in the back corner beside her friend.

"Hey," Faith greeted, tapping a pencil against the desk. Faith was more of a husky girl compared to Hannah's thin frame. Faith had had an eating disorder in middle school, and had gone to group therapy, which helped end the problem. She was wearing a band tee and had on some denim pants and sneakers, also fashioned on her head were thick framed glasses.

The warning bell rang and a few of the school's claimed football stars walked into the room. The last two to enter the room were Tate Thorston and Alex Hofferson. When Hannah caught sight of the latter, she quickly ducked her head to act as if she was pulling something out of her bag. She still felt like it was her fault for him being tackled in the season's kick-off game last week. Once she felt that he was no longer facing her way, she straightened herself and tugged at the side of her sweater a little, pulling it closer to her body. Looking forward, Hannah cried out silently, and used her hands. She motioned at the student in front of her and asked herself why the gods hated her.

To make matters worse, Hannah's cousin, Shannon, was sitting next to Alex to her right. She was going to dread this class all year.

Mrs. Thibeault entered the room and grabbed a stack of papers out to the students in front of the rows. The students passed the papers back. Alex grabbed his sheet then twisted in his seat to hand Hannah hers. She looked up from twiddling her thumbs and took the paper. Alex looked at her for a moment after her eyes returned to her desk before he turned around. He didn't recognize her, yet again; he never really cared to look around at the geek population.

Shannon leaned over to him. "Hey, what class do you have next?" She whispered, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder. She was wearing a summer dress even though it was too cool out for the choice of clothing. Her eyes were surrounded by layers of make-up and she was wearing a simple pair of five-dollar flip-flops.

Alex pulled his schedule out of his back pocket, unfolded the piece of paper. He glanced at the type on the page before answering. "Uh, I have Café Study," he answered, giving a half grin.

When Hannah heard this, she groaned inwardly. She had her first two classes with him and then she was free to be in the Music Department for the rest of the day.

Mrs. Thibeault stood at the front of the class behind her desk. "Greeting class, my name is Mrs. Thibeault and this is Chemistry level four. Now if any of you feel that you don't belong in this class, then I'll write you a pass to go see your guidance counselor," She introduced, her eyes scanned the class and landed on one student with his hand raised.

"Uh, I don't belong here," Tate spoke up, "so could you like write me a pass?"

Mrs. Thibeault motioned for him to go to her desk. She wrote on a sheet of paper and he left the room.

The class period seemed to go by quickly, and Hannah walked to the Cafeteria. Her study advisor was Mr. Dolan and she spotted the man at a table with the attendance. She walked to the line of students and waited her turn.

Mr. Dolan looked up at her from the rim of his glasses. "Name?" He asked.

"Hannah Haddock," she answered, he checked her name off his list. "Might I be able to get a pass for the Music Department?" She asked, hoping to escape spending fifty minutes in a place where she knew no one personally.

Mr. Dolan reached for the hall passes, he scribbled her name, and where she was going down. "Here," he said, holding the pass out for her.

"Thank you," Hannah said, turning on her heel for the Music Department.

She was absently reading the pass with a small smile playing on her lips. Unbeknownst to her, students were texting on his or her phone and not watching where they were going. An audible oof was heard from Hannah and the other student. Hannah looked up to see that she bumped into Alex.

"Oh, sorry," Hannah squeaked, taking a step back.

"Don't worry about it," Alex regarded coolly, stooping over to retrieve his fallen phone. When he was stood straight again, his eyes widened slightly and his nostrils flared a little to see whom he bumped into. Normally no one would have noticed his slight change in expression, but Hannah did in the close proximity.

Hannah made a move to walk to his right but he mirrored her. Trying to move to his left next, he mirrored her again. "I'm just… yep," Hannah stuttered, pointing to the left.

This time Alex went the opposite direction of her and laughed to himself about the silliness of geeks. Obviously, that girl was because she was talking to Faith Ingerman, the biggest geek in the whole school. He turned to see the girl scurry away and take a left down by the main office. Correction, he thought to himself, she is the school's biggest geek for being in band.

Hannah sighed as she opened the door to the stage, no one was inside. She towed a chair from one of the many stacks and placed it in the center of the stage. Sitting in the chair, she pulled her silver laptop out of her backpack and flipped the cover to turn on the power button. While waiting for the device to come to life, Hannah reached into the front pocket of her bag for her ear buds. The screen of her computer came to life and she plugged the ear buds into the jack and leaned her head to each side as she wiggled the earpieces into position. Hannah typed in her password and her desktop popped up. Moving her finger on the mouse pad, the mouse scrolled over the Finale Notepad icon before clicking to open the program.

Waiting for the program to open, Hannah crossed her legs on the chair. Finale Notepad opened and requested which file she wanted to open. Her email notification sounded in her ear, the new email pop up appeared and Hannah clicked on the read button, curious to who would email her in the middle of the school day. The message was from the film club, they wanted to know if she would compose a score for their newest project.

Hannah replied requesting more information before choosing her latest composition, a modern interpretation on Pachelbel's Cannon.

Before she knew it, the school day had flown by with all of her involvement with music. After stopping by her locker, Hannah left the building and walked in the direction of her home. Along the way, the typical name calling was heard from the passing cars and buses.

Once she was farther from the school, the insults became fewer. The walk from school to Hannah's house was almost three miles, the bus did not go by her street due to it being a private neighborhood, and her dad worked late each night.

An hour later, Hannah arrived at the familiar gold painted gates of her street. The security guard greeted her with a smile and a nod, informing her that there was a new family moving in.

Great, Hannah thought, another stuck up kid from school is here to make my life even more of a living hell.

Hannah's house was large, yet again so were all the others minus the fact that she had a larger yard than all the others did. Hannah checked the mailbox and grabbed the mail before walking up the empty driveway. Reaching the garage, she typed the security code into the panel and stepped back as the door opened. Inside there was an empty space next to a car that was waiting for her when she turned sixteen. She walked up the few stairs to the inside and pushed the heavy door open. She stepped to the right and turned to face the door was to close it and then turn off the house alarm. The next room closest to her was her music room; her father had made the room for her last year when she received the title of Concert Master in the orchestra.

Hannah threw her bag on the floor of her music before taking a left and entered the kitchen. As usual was a note from her dad on the fridge. This one said that he would have to be away for an overnight business trip, and that he had arranged for the Jorgenson's to give her a ride to school in the morning.

"Greaattt," Hannah groaned, pronouncing the 't'. "Just what I need, to get insulted by Shannon even more."

Hannah opened the fridge to grab an apple and went to the stairs located in the front hall. She ran up the stairs and into her room on the first left to change into comfortable clothes.

When she finished changing, Hannah went to her music room and started to tap away on the keyboard until she heard noise outside. Turning to face the window in her swivel chair, she stood and walked closer to the window. Peeking out the curtain, she saw a moving truck in the driveway next door. Squinting, she made out the figure of a guy she guessed to be around her age and who looked to be his parents.

So who is her new neighbor? So anyways, I am completely swamped with homework, which means I will update all my stories when I can. Please review and let me know what you think.