Dear Angel,
Oh, you know. Dad trying to build son up to be his idea of the perfect son. Which involves being a brawny, headstrong leader.
Yours,
Talking fishbone
[written on a scrap of green paper, collected from the Student Centre at 7:24AM, Monday, 20th April 2015]
Dear Hiccup,
Pfft. Stop exaggerating, you eejit. You're not that scrawny anymore.
- Your angel
[scribbled on the back of notes on World War II, found in Hiccup's locker at 8:55AM, Monday, 20th April 2015]
Dear Angel,
What do you mean, anymore...?
Yours,
Hiccup
[written on a folded piece of lined notepaper, collected from the Student Centre at 11:13AM, Monday, 20th April 2015]
Dear Hiccup,
Duh, you grew taller and kinda filled out after sophomore year.
- Your angel
[written on a scrap of notepaper, found in Hiccup's locker at 12:32PM, Monday, 20th April 2015]
Dear Hiccup,
I mean, it was obvious to everyone in school. The lasses really liked your hair. Though I don't understand the braid.
- Your angel
[scribbled on a tiny sticky note, found in Hiccup's locker at 12:32PM, Monday, 20th April 2015]
Dear Angel,
Okay... Thanks, I think. Haha.
I guess it's not as bad as last time... before, Dad was really disappointed in me for very obviously not being what he wanted me to be. Looked at me like he had no idea where I came from, that kind of thing. But after I grew taller and proved to be talented in my own way, he became proud of who I am, which was a nice change, but was all the more eager for me to become that headstrong leader. Kinda ironic. Our time spent together isn't all that strained anymore, but I just get really tired.
So, that's me... what about you, angel?
Yours,
Hiccup
[written on a folded piece of notepaper, collected from the Student Centre at 2:09PM, Monday, 20th April 2015]
Dear Hiccup,
Pretty similar actually. My mum's super dignified, so she's always wanting me to become a prim and proper lady. But I'm not a princess, and I don't want to be one! I just want my freedom.
- Your angel
[written on a scrap of paper, found in Hiccup's locker at 8:54AM, Tuesday, 21st April 2015]
Dear Angel,
Yeah, I totally understand... Sometimes I wish I could just ignore responsibilities and take off on a dragon or something.
Yours,
Hiccup
[written on a slightly crumpled piece of paper, collected from the Student Centre at 10:32AM, Tuesday, 21st April 2015]
Dear Hiccup,
Or take off on a horse and shoot arrows in the glen.
- Your angel
[written on a small green sticky note, found in Hiccup's locker at 12:07PM, Tuesday, 21st April 2015]
Dear Angel,
I think I'll pass on the arrows (shot my cat by accident once).
Yours,
Hiccup
[written on a torn scrap of paper, collected from the Student Centre at 12:33PM, Tuesday, 21st April 2015]
Dear Hiccup,
YOU SHOT YOUR CAT?!
- Your angel
[written on a large sticker, found pasted on Hiccup's locker at 2:08PM, Tuesday, 21st April 2015]
Dear Angel,
DID YOU HAVE TO WRITE THAT ON A GIANT NEON STICKER AND PASTE IT ON MY LOCKER FOR EVERYONE WALKING PAST TO SEE?!
Yours,
Hiccup
[scribbled on a crinkled piece of notepaper, collected from the Student Centre at 7:22AM, Wednesday, 22nd April 2015]
Dear Hiccup,
EXPLAIN!
- Your disgusted angel
[written on a green scrap of paper, found in Hiccup's locker at 8:55AM, Wednesday, 22nd April 2015]
Dear Angel,
Look, I know it sounds bad, but nothing happened. They were just toy darts!
Yours,
Hiccup
[written on a lined piece of paper, collected from the Student Centre at 10:31AM, Wednesday, 22nd April 2015]
Dear Hiccup,
Is he even still alive?
- Your angel
[written on a half of a cafeteria napkin, found in Hiccup's locker at 12:30PM, Wednesday, 22nd April 2015]
Dear Angel,
Of course. Toothless is completely fine. Though he wasn't very pleased with me.
Do you have any idea how many people now look at me as if I'm a murderer? Thank you for nothing, you horrible angel.
Yours,
an exasperated Hiccup
[written on a scrap of paper, collected from the Student Centre at 2:10PM, Wednesday, 22nd April 2015]
Dear Hiccup,
HAHA. I'll take that for entertainment.
Oh, and you need lessons in archery.
- Your angel
[written on a small sticky note, found in Hiccup's locker at 8:56AM, Thursday, 23rd April 2015]
Dear Angel,
What, from you? Not sure how well that'll work out, but let me know when you want to go on an adventure, angel.
Yours,
Hiccup
[written on a folded piece of notepaper, with a large smiley face drawn on the front, collected from the Student Centre at 10:33AM, Thursday, 23rd April 2015]
Dear Hiccup,
I told you not to call me that!
[written on a tiny crumpled piece of paper, found in Hiccup's locker at 2:37PM, Thursday, 23rd April 2015]
Dear Angel,
What? No you didn't. You've even been signing off as my angel this whole time.
Yours,
Hiccup
[written on a piece of notepaper, collected from the Student Centre at 7:22AM, Friday, 24th April 2015]
Dear Angel,
Does it really bother you?
Yours,
Hiccup
[written on a small scrap of paper with smudged pencil markings on the back, collected from the Student Centre at 7:22AM, Friday, 24th April 2015]
Dear Hiccup,
No, not really.
- Your angel
[written on a small sticky note, found in Hiccup's locker at 8:55AM, Friday, 24th April 2015]
Dear Angel,
Fine, don't tell me why. But then you don't get to complain if I call you angel.
Unless, of course, you want to give me something else to call you by. Maybe, I don't know, your name.
Yours,
Hiccup
[written on a neatly folded piece of paper, collected from the Student Centre at 10:33AM, Friday, 24th April 2015]
Dear Hiccup,
Like heck I would, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III.
- Your angel
[written on a piece of notepaper with strange number scores on the back, found in Hiccup's locker at 12:26PM, Friday, 24th April 2015]
Dear Angel,
... You can't just use my full name, you'll win every time.
Yours,
Hiccup
[written on a scrap of paper, collected from the Student Centre at 12:37PM, Friday, 24th April 2015]
Dear Hiccup,
That's the point, Haddock.
- Your angel
[written on a green sticky note, found in Hiccup's locker at 2:19PM, Friday, 24th April 2015]