Chapter 2

So I had a full school day's worth of homework, thank god it was voting day where I am. And my taste buds are gone due to the fact that I have unintentionally and successfully burned them on my dinner for the umpteenth time in my life. I realize that I did not describe Alex at all in the last chapter, so I guess like a Taylor Lautner-y haircut and he was wearing a white long sleeve pushed up to the elbows and medium washed denim jeans with like those big bulky kind of white sneakers you see some guys wear. So here is this story. I don't own the Httyd Franchise and please review. Oh and I will love you forever if you know where one of these lines are from.

A car's horn was heard outside Hannah's home the next morning. Hannah rushed down the stairs from her room, grabbing her bag and slipping on a pair of shoes, she ran out the door. She turned briefly to arm the alarm then turned to the car parked in her driveway.

"Get in, Loser! We're going shopping," Shannon, Hannah's cousin yelled from the driver's seat.

"But we have school," Hannah said, shocked that her cousin was going to skip.

"Well, either you get in or you walk to school," Shannon gave Hannah a mock smile.

"Why can't you just drop me off and then go on your way?" Hannah asked, opposed to the idea of walking to school.

"No way, then someone might see me," Shannon said, acting like the idea left a bad taste in her mouth.

"Ugh, fine," Hannah mumbled, starting down the remaining distance of her driveway.

Shannon backed up and startled Hannah when she reached the road, causing her to hiccup. "If I were you, I'd just stay home instead of being marked tardy, Hiccup," Shannon pointed out, leaning across the counsel between the seats. Shannon knew from experience that when her cousin got frightened unexpectedly, she hiccupped.

"Just two more years of dealing with her until she goes to college," Hannah reminded herself under her breath.

"What was that, Hiccup?" Shannon asked. She had caught sight of Hannah's lips moving.

"Oh, just that I'm not going to be late," Hannah said smiling.

She ran back to her garage and unlocked the side door. Inside, she found her bike. The tires were obviously flat, so Hannah rushed to the other side of the garage to get the hand pump. When the tires were done being filled, she pushed the bike out the door she came through and jumped on. Hannah began pedaling down the road and through the neighborhood gate.

She reached the school in the nick-of-time, the admit bell had just rang as she pulled up to the bike racks. Hannah walked in the building and let out a sigh of relief when most of the students were still in the halls. She walked down the main hall and took a left to Chemistry.

Today, she was the last one to class. Her face turned a little red when she saw that everyone was watching her. She walked stiffly to her seat next to Faith, who had her short hair pulled up in an elastic on the top of her head.

"I thought you weren't coming," Faith whispered to Hannah as she sat down.

"Well this isn't going to be normal, my stupid cousin decided to skip school and go shopping," Hannah explained, whispering back to her friend before looking forward.

What Hannah didn't expect was for the kid in front of her to turn around. "You're Shannon's cousin?" Alex asked incredulously.

"Yeah, I know, not much family resemblance at all," Hannah said sarcastically, using her hands for emphasis and rolling her eyes.

Alex made a scoffing noise before turning back around. The teacher entered the room and looked the class over.

"Hannah, you're needed in the office," Mrs. Thibeault addressed her.

Hannah scrunched her eyebrows together and pushed herself up out of her seat before leaving the room. She could hear her classmates say 'Ooo' behind her before Mrs. Thibeault silenced them.

Hannah walked to the main office to see her dad standing near the receptionist's desk. She pushed the door open. "Dad? What are you doing here?" She asked, confused.

Her dad turned around, he was a big man compared to her. "Well I came to pick you up," he offered.

"But why? I mean the day isn't even half over," Hannah explained, using her hands again.

"Well, I thought that we could do some father daughter bonding," he said smoothly.

"But I have a meeting with the film club next period," Hannah raised her voice slightly, but stopped when she saw the receptionist give her a look.

"I think that this is worth it," her father tried.

"Well, will I be back by the end of the day at least?" She asked monotonously.

"Of course you will," he said jollily, placing a hand on her shoulder and leading her out of the office.

Once they exited the building and were in her father's car, Hannah turned to him. "What is this all about that is so important that you took me out of school?" She asked, a little furious at the idea that her father would make her miss most of her music classes when he knows how much they mean to her.

"We're going to go meet some people," he said, his voice even jollier than before if it was possible.

"Who?" Hannah asked, crossing her arms.

"You'll see," he said, pulling out of the school lot.

When they reached their destination, Hannah awed in amazement at where they were, the local Philharmonic Orchestra. She turned to her father. "What are we doing here?" She asked.

"Like I said before, we're going to meet some people," he explained, getting out of the small black car.

They walked up the steps of the building and inside. Inside there was a family outside the auditorium and the father of the family waved them over. Hannah looked from her father to the group in front of them questioningly. She knew that she knew these people, she just couldn't place where. Then it hit her, literally. The family's daughter had punched her on the arm.

"Ow!" Hannah winced from the unexpected impact. Looking at her oppressor, she recognized instantly the devilish smile that played on the girl's lips.

"Darla?!" She half shouted out of surprise and terror. "W-what are you doing here?" Hannah stuttered, rubbing her arm.

"Oh, the same as you, checking out the orchestra," Darla answered simply, inspecting her nails.

Hannah and Darla had met a few years back at a fiddle camp. That was the most painful summer in all of Hannah's existence. The reason being, not only because of the physical aspect, but because Darla had been the Concert Master that summer.

Hannah laughed nervously in response before following their parents into the auditorium. This was going to be a long day.

Yeah so, short chapter I know, but this is a good cut off point content wise. So how do you like the introduction of Darla? Please let me know what you think by reviewing.