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ASTRID'S POV

I can feel the rays of sunlight infiltrate through my window, irritating my eyes as they land on my face. Groggily, I open one of my eyes and glance at the clock. It reads 5:59 A.M. so I close my eyes, deciding to cherish my last minute of sleep until I have to get up for school. Ugh, school. . . Two more years and it'll all be over. I just have to survive junior year. . . and senior year. . . and whatever else comes after that.

Whoopie for me. No sarcasm intended.

The alarm clock finally blares and I groan. All this thinking didn't even let me use my last minute of sleep. With another groan, I roll over in my comfy bed. It's as if it's telling me stay forever, that I don't have to socialize with other human beings to be happy. I can just sleep and stay in my room forever. . . I end up on the ground from so much rolling while thinking, and I grunt in discomfort. After lying there a while, I decide it's not so bad (it's not too uncomfortable) and I close my eyes. It won't be too bad to miss one day of school, right?

"Astrid, wake up and get ready for school!" I give an exasperated sigh, and stand up. Nope. That won't be happening. Not on Aunt Grace's watch.

Aunt Grace is the best aunt ever. A bit strict and grumpy when she's angry, but hey, who isn't? I had to get it from somewhere, no? I yawn and look at the floor length mirror Aunt Grace had installed in my room years earlier, staring at my reflection. Loose blonde and messy hair, blue sleepy eyes, pursed lips. I'm still in my black pajama pants and my over sized T-shirt.

And I feel icky.

I decide to take a quick shower. After a few minutes of warm heaven, I wrap a towel around my body, and dry out my blonde locks with another. I dress into a simple blue long sleeved shirt, and slip on some dark jeans and dark furry boots. I brush my hair and braid it down my shoulder, keeping the stubborn baby hairs down with a headband. Maybe I better wait for it to dry, I reach for a hair dryer in the sink cabinet, pulling a my hair tie, don't want to catch a cold. I stop. Or do I? I decide I don't need a hair dryer after all. It's not like I would've undone my whole braid anyway.

School bag in hand, I go downstairs, fixing the bottom of my braid as I go. The smell of toasted waffles and scrambled eggs meets my nose and I smile. As ordinary as that may sound, I know it'll be good. Aunt Grace never disappoints. I sit down at the table, ready to eat, and glance at my aunt. She's wearing her blonde hair (which is slightly darker than mine) in her signature bun, and I can see the ties of the apron around her waist as she cooks. When she turns, she smiles at me as she serves me breakfast. I smile back, not sure what she's smiling about, but feeling like I should. She always gets that reaction out of everyone. After saying grace, we eat it (me at a snail's pace) and I rush back upstairs to brush my teeth. I give Aunt Grace a kiss on the cheek and wave goodbye as I walk to the bus stop. I can't stall going to school forever.

The morning snow crunches under my feet, and my fingers immediately go numb. Bad day to forget my gloves. Once I reach it, I sit down on the bench and plug in my ear buds, rubbing my stiff hands together. Today was a really bad day to forget my gloves. Out of boredom, I start humming to a song on my phone until the school bus parks in front of me. The doors open, and I step in, looking for an empty seat. I find one in the back and am walking towards it when a paper ball meets my head.

The nerve!

I feel the urge throw it back at them but stop myself. It's the first day of school, I don't want any trouble. First day of school, I don't want any trouble. I repeat it in my head like a mantra, as if it will somehow calm me. It does, which surprises me. The surprise is due to the fact that I know who threw it. Merida Dunbroch and Rapunzel Corona seem to find it amusing to torment anyone with a social status below theirs. I've made it clear I'm not very fun to mess with, but it seems they can't get that through their thick skulls. They're, as most people say, the top of the food chain, the most popular girls at school, queen bees, etc. Those girls are also part of the Big Four, as they have made themselves called.

Ah, the Big Four. Everyone around the school knows their name. Merida Dunbroch, Rapunzel Corona, Jackson Overland, and Hiccup Haddock. My friend and I, though, know them a little better. Or, at least, we used to.

By them I mean Jackson and Hiccup. Jack, Tooth (my best friend in the entire world, to this day), Hiccup, and I, we used to be best friends. The best of friends. But, things happen. Jack suffered a freak accident and. . . well, Tooth knows more about that than I do. Hiccup, though. . . he outright abandoned us. He outright abandoned me. I don't know why, but he did leave us. And for that mutton head, Merida. It seemed Jack had the same idea, but he did it for Rapunzel. Some friends.

We used to do everything together. Sneak out at night and just talk. Tell each other our deepest, darkest secrets. We shared so many moments; we made so many memories. Sadly, that's what they became: memories.

We promoted together. That's when everything changed.

Stealthily, I kicked the paper ball as I walked, taking it with me to my seat, thinking back on those early days. Once we finished eighth grade, they left; little by little they drifted away. Jack's accident was the starting point. Then popularity snatched them away. It snatched him away. He turned on me. And he left. I let him.

I sit down towards the back.

I guess leaving us payed off in the long run. Those little boys I grew up with grew up to be the most popular guys in school. I mean, who wouldn't want that, I guess? Popularity must really be something to abandon your life long friends for. I still feel the pain of his betrayal like it was yesterday. And I really can't help but be a little bitter. It's funny, really, how it stings so bad. I mean, it was two years ago. Get over it Hofferson! But I can't. That pain was and is still unbearable because, I actually liked him. A lot. I had the biggest crush on him. But he liked another: Merida Dunbroch.

I don't like her in the least. She's mean, a brat who knows how to play her cards. She's a bad girl in the good girl facade. Well. . . at least to me. I heard she used to be better than she is now, but, if she ever was, it really isn't showing.

Rumors say they like each other, which has been obvious for the last two years, but it seems like Hiccup doesn't have the guts to ask her out. But, I wouldn't count on Merida backing down, either. Her and I, we have one thing in common. Well, probably more, but this is the only one I'm willing to accept. We're not girly girls. She'll probably ask him out before he does.

Though I myself like that characteristic (not her, though), I just can't bare the thought of him being with. . . her. I mean, he deserves better, even after what he did to me. And no, I do not like him! I got over him. With who you ask? No one. I got over him on my own. And I do not, absolutely, 100%, do not have a crush on. . . him. They're making out. Yep, full lip contact. Okay, so maybe I spoke too soon, he did get guts after puberty. Or, maybe Merida started it.

I feel my blood boil at that thought. Wait, back up, what? No, no, no! I don't care what he does! Let him screw himself for all I care! I cross my arms over my chest, sneaking a few glances at their group. Jack's a little more shy when he does it. But, his movements look either too stiff or nervous, I can't tell. They seem forced to me. He still does it, though. He kisses Rapunzel. I look away and glance at the window. What happened to no PDA? Why the heck is the bus driver not telling them to stop? I stare out the window. But their dang reflection! Ugh, it's disgusting. This is going to be a long ride.

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I hope it wasn't too dull. Anyways, this is the rewritten version of Don't Forget About Us, originally published on Wattpad. I sincerely hope this will come out better. C:

The next update will be by Saturday (hopefully, I'm actually not sure if I'm going somewhere for Christmas. . . )!

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