Thanks for your support :) This chapter is semi-important. (Honestly this one isn't my favorite)
PRESENT DAY
I walked back into the orphanage. It's August 18th. Only a few more days until school starts, and this time, it's the big leagues. High School. Not that I care. I don't care much about anything anymore. It's been 4 years since Jack left. I'm fifteen now. And I haven't been adopted yet. It's not like I'm the oldest, but I don't think I'll leave until I get older.
I haven't seen Jack again, and I don't think I will. But it doesn't matter. Nothing really does anymore. Since everything I once cared about is gone. Sometimes it's an empty feeling, or just an uncaring one. Sometimes its sad. Most of the time it's angry. Angry that everyone would just abandon me like that.
Well it's too late now.
"Hiccup, someone… someone is here to see you." Gobber said as I stepped through the door. I panicked. I ran to my room, slammed the door and put my back up against it. Gobber knocked on the door and rolled his eyes. "It's not a doctor, ya fool."
I sighed in relief. I hated doctors and their strange tests they did on me. I opened the door and walked with Gobber to the...lobby? Why? I shook my head. Gobber nodded at a man a few feet away. He was big.
"Hi, you're Hiccup, right? My name is Stoick." Hmm. A Viking name, I noticed. "I came because I wanted to speak with you." He motioned for me to sit down. He did so. "I -" He didn't finish. I was wheezing again, my chest felt restricted. Another coughing fit.
I waved my hands. "Sorry…*wheeze*... sorry." I coughed once more. Stoick blinked. And whispered something to himself. I didn't know what he said, but honestly I didn't really care. "So, what was it that you wanted?" I asked, to the point.
Stoick laughed, a hearty laugh. "You see, I've always wanted a son, but my first wife went away, and my second recently died. As you probably know, I'm of viking descent, and I heard you are too, and I wanted to share that. So… I want to adopt you." He finished.
I just sat there, shocked. The words replayed in my head like a broken record. I want to adopt you I want to adopt you I want to adopt you I want to adopt you. I didn't know what to say. Except for "Yeah, sure." Smoothe, I know.
Once I moved in, it was awkward. Stoick wasn't that good at conversation, and neither was I. It was sort of just… silent. Then he asked me about school. "Where do you want to go to school, son?" He's gotten into that habit of calling me son, which I don't mind that much. I just shrugged. He sighed. "There is this really nice school about a mile or so away from here, not far at all. Go there." I just nodded.
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The rest of the summer seemed totally pointless, so I just sat inside, exploring the house. There were lots of old things, and it sat up on top of a big hill. It was a pretty interesting house. I just didn't have anything better to do.
"Hey, COUGH!" I looked up from my book. Why I responded I'll never know. But of course this stupid neighborhood had bullies too. Look, I was right again. Nothing is temporary yet everything is. For example, bullies.
There were a few kids here. Most of them went to the same school as me. There were the twins, (whose names I always forgot) and there was Astrid, and -uhg- Snotlout. Well, his real name is James, but hes just a snotty kid. And his middle name is Lout. So, Snotlout. He doesn't like me much. Correction; at all.
"What is it, Sn- James? And it's Hiccup." I sighed. I didn't want to deal with this at all right now. Usual routine. Be the slimy coward you are and don't do anything about it, don't fight back. That's how it always is and always has been.
"Oh, not much just wondering when -" My coughing interrupted him, but I controlled it. "- you were going to cough again. HA!" He laughed, as my interruption had proven his point. He grabbed the front of my shirt and bashed my head hard up against the side of the house. "We're going to have a little fun, heh." He whispered in my ear.
Suddenly a woman came out of the house next door and called for him. He tsked and glared at me. "You're lucky." He went to leave, then turned around on the last step, so that he had to look up. "This isn't over. Watch your back." He left me coughing on the porch, alone.
I didn't get much sleep that night. Again. Not only was I coughing all night, but I couldn't figure out what to do about Snotlout. I had to do something. I decided I would write him a letter. If all else fails, revert to Plan A: Bear through it. The letter went something like this:
Dear Snotlout,
I'm sorry if you think I'm worthless or useless, but I do as well.
You can hit me if you want, but it wont do any good.
I don't really feel that much pain anymore, I've gotten used to it.
But if you feel the need, I guess just go ahead. Sorry about this.
I hope we can be friends, I really didn't want to hurt your feelings if I did so.
~H
And for some reason, after that, he stopped bothering me. It wasn't like he stopped bullying me, he just stopped physically hitting me, so I guess it turned out fine in the end. He still had an image to keep up, and being friends with me would ruin that image.
DAY BEFORE SCHOOL
It was August 20, only one more day until that fancy school Stoick kept talking about would start. I was sort of looking forward to it, but then I wasn't. School has always been terrible for me, I have to concentrate on trying not to hack and splutter too much, and it loses my interest.
But there isn't anything I can do about it.
"Stoick?" I called out to my adoptive father. "Are you home?" I heard the screen door open, and someone was messing with the knob, then knocking. I looked onto the porch out my window, and who would it be except my lovely neighbor?
A woman stood on the doorstep. I didn't bother to answer the door, I didn't know how familiar her and him were. I didn't care much though. Because again, I didn't care much about anything.
Except I did care that my self conscious knew exactly who that woman was, but just refused to admit to myself that she was the one who took my best friend away.
I went to bed that night dreaming of death.
I hope you liked it? I know a lot of stuff happened and it was short, but the pace should slow from here. I'm actually updating on time what is wrong with me. Also, look forward to the next chapter, trust me.