I am now 10,and I have stayed with Hiccup all this time ,I basically live in his bedroom,since my family left me while
they went on a 'vacation', the supposed 'vacation' has been for 3 years. I have a house to go to,but I don't like being
alone. Well I'm not alone all the time,there's a group of people that come time to time,theirs ,he brings food to
my place,but I call him saint,(he looks like Santa Clause with the beard,but wears a t-shirt for his toy shop,with blue or
black jeans,and sounds Russian)and then ,she does my teeth and stuff for free,I call her Toothy since she's a
dentist (she's small,her hair is blue,green,and yellow,and really longhair,collects birds,and she wears my baby teeth on
a necklace,since 'they're so pretty'), ,he let's me look at all his cool designs before they get put on display,but
I call him Easter(he has grey hair,and a goatee,he has strong build,and is a art designer),and then ,he let's me
talk non-stop,but I call him Sandy(he has blond hair,is chubby,and doesn't talk much,I'm not sure what he does)with all
of them coming once a week,I'm not bored,but the reason I go to Hiccups house at night is because...of Pitch,I call
him Black,(he has slicked back black hair,and a scary looking black suit,and extremely pale) he only comes over at
night,because my parents tell him to come and check on me.I don't like running away,but I feel like his black pit eyes
could swallow me is why I climb into Hiccups bed,and sleep until he shakes my shoulder(meaning
is coming up the stairs) and then I climb out the window and walk back to my place,whenever I look at the
place,I wonder if my parents love me,leaving me in such a barren,rotting place,but then I remember,for Christmas,and
for my birthday,they send me a blue sweater,with white around the hood and shoulders that look like snow