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"Hiccup?" I looked down at my shoes at the sound of my name.

"Hey, dad. I've got to get to school, so I'll just be going now," I said, trying to slip around him.

"Not so fast. Where have you been?" He asked, as if he hadn't been the one to send me outside in the first place. I didn't say a word.

"Hiccup, I asked you a question! Now where have you been?" He said, a little louder this time.

"I was outside," I muttered.

"Why were you outside?" He asked me.

"Don't you remember?" I asked.

"Remember what?"

"What happened when you got home last night?" I asked. He was the silent one this time.

"Well, I was just outside and got lost," I quickly lied, not really wanting to talk about the events of last night.

"I've got to go if I don't want to be late," I informed him, glancing at my watch that read 7:30am.

"Right," he said, stepping out of my way.

I walked out the door, and just when I was out is sight of it, I darted over to the shed.

"Come on, Toothless," I said, darting behind buildings and dodging alleyways whenever possible as I led the way back to the forest.

"Now, you stay here. I'll be back right after school to check on you," I said, walking back the way I had come.

I made it to school just in time, rushing to history class.

I didn't pay much attention in any of my classes, mostly thinking of Toothless. I hoped that he was okay, and that nobody saw him this morning.

Before I knew it, I was heading to lunch. I walked quickly, eager to be done with this period and continue on to the rest.

As I entered the lunch room, I noticed that my table was empty, no longer occupied by a bunch of strangers. I honestly didn't want to see those people again, not after my little outburst.

I sat as far away as I could from the rest of the student body, hiding in the far corner of the table. Hopefully no one would bother me. I hadn't thought to pack a lunch today and I hadn't bright any money, I was rushing to get Toothless out of sight. I probably would have been provided with a lunch, had I asked, but I wasn't that hungry anyway. I would live.

The one thing that I had brought with me was my notebook. I took it out, opening it to the drawing of Toothless. What could I do about his tail?

As I was thinking, a badly crafted paper airplane hit me in the back of the head. I didn't have to look up to know that it was Tyler, his laughter could be heard from across the room.

I picked up the plane and placed it on the table, planning on throwing it away when I left for class. I continued to think of ideas, only to toss them aside in my mind when they didn't exactly work.

I glanced back at the paper airplane. Planes had tail fins, didn't they? And they needed both of them to fly, otherwise they would fall. If Toothless only had one tail fin, he couldn't fly.

I glanced between my drawing and the planet, and suddenly I knew what to do.

"All I've got to do," I muttered to myself, "is construct him a new tail fin!"

I scribbled the other half of Toothless's tail into the drawing, happy that I had finally figured out what to do.

But how was I supposed to make one. Maybe we had some things in the shed that I could use. I had to try.

As I was making a list of all of the things I would need in my notebook right next to the drawing, someone sat next to me.

I quickly slammed my book shut, not wanting them to see what I was doing, before looking up at them. It was that girl from yesterday, Astrid.

"Hey," she said, setting here tray down in front of her.

"Um, h-hi," I stuttered.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"N-nothing, just sitting here," I answered quickly.

"About yesterday," she began. Here we go, "sorry."

What? Why had she apologized? It's not like she did anything wrong by asking me for my name.

"What have you got to be sorry for?" I asked.

"For pushing you to tell me your name. I didn't know. I'm really sorry," she apologized once more.

"It's okay, it was a stupid thing to get upset over," I said, "Where's the rest of your group?"

"They're coming, except for Ruffnut, she's sick," Astrid informed me.

"Tell her I hope she feels better," I said.

"I will," she said. We were quiet for a few minutes, waiting for the others.

"Hey, Hiccup?" Astrid suddenly said.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"You're not a mistake, you know," she said, "Whoever told you that is a liar."

"Dad's don't lie," I muttered quietly to myself. I hadn't meant to say it aloud, it just kind of slipped out.

If Astrid had heard, she didn't say anything.

"Thanks," I said, louder this time.

"It's the truth," was all she said before we were accompanied by her friends.

"Hey , Hiccup," Fishlegs greeted.

"Hi," I said back.

"Where's your lunch?" Snotlout asked.

"Oh, I forgot to bring one. I wasn't really that hungry anyway," I said.

"You can have some of mine, if you want," Astrid offered.

"Nah, I'll eat when I get home," I told her. In my head I silently added, "if my father's not there."

"What's that?" Tuffnut asked, pointing to my notebook.

"Oh, this? It's just a notebook," I explained.

"What's it for?" Astrid asked.

"Well, anything really," I said.

"Can I see it?" She asked.

"If you really want to," I said, handing her the small book, forgetting about its precious contents.

She opened it to the first page, where I had drawn a picture of my house.

"Is that your house?" Snotlout asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Isn't that the mayor's house?" Fishlegs asked. I didn't say anything.

"How do you know what the mayor's house looks like?" Snotlout asked.

"I just saw a picture of it," Fishlegs said, producing a phone out of nowhere and looking up a picture of my house. He showed it to everyone.

"They do look a lot alike," Tuffnut said.

"Doesn't the mayor have a son?" Astrid asked.

"Yeah, I can't remember his name though. It was something that started with an h, like Hayden, or Henry, or-"

"Hiccup," I said, "His son's name is Hiccup."

"Wait, you share a name with the mayor's son?" Snotlout asked.

"No, you dimwit! He is the mayor's son," Astrid explained in an exasperated tone.

"No offense, but I pictured someone a bit bigger," Tuffnut said. Astrid elbowed him in the ribs.

"Shut up," she said.

"It's okay, I'm pretty sure that's what my dad picture too," I said.

"Anyway," Astrid said, flipping the page in the notebook. On this page there was a list labeled "Stupid Things About Hiccup". It included things such as "he's useless", "he's a screwup", and, of course, "he's got a stupid name".

"What?" They all looked at me.

"I didn't write it, Tyler did," I explained.

"Why didn't you just rip it out?" Astrid asked.

"It would ruin the notebook and I don't think my dad would have wanted to buy me a new one to replace it."

Astrid flipped the page again and this one was blank. They all looked confused.

"I wrote it in invisible ink. I thought that it was cool back then," I said, thinking back to a year ago when I thought that invisible ink was the most amazing thing ever.

Astrid skipped around in the book a little bit, stopping in a random page. Because I was the most unluckiest person in the world, it just so happened that it was the page with the drawing of Toothless on it, accompanied by the list of materials I needed for his new tail.

"Is that what I think it is?" Snotlout asked.

"Not you too," Tuffnut complained. I shut my notebook and took it away.

"What do you mean?" I asked Tuffnut once I had safely place my notebook in my lap.

"Astrid was talking about how she'd seen someone riding a dragon on her way to school his morning. She wouldn't shut up about it," Tuffnut explained. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head.

"Shut up! I know what I saw!" Astrid kicked Tuffnut under the table.

"You saw- this morning- riding a dragon- what?!" I sputtered out.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm crazy. Can we move on?" Astrid asked.

Why did it have to be Astrid that saw me? Why couldn't it have been a complete stranger? But what if it wasn't me? I'm sure there are plenty of dragon riding teenagers. Yeah, had to be someone else.

"What did the dragon look like?" I asked.

"Don't tell me you actually believe her!" Tuffnut exclaimed. I said nothing, motioning for Astrid to answer.

"It was black, though it was going too fast to tell much else. But I do know that it was a dragon. It had wings," she described the dragon.

"What about the rider?" I asked urgently. It had to have been someone else.

"From what I could tell, they were smallish and had auburn hair, kind of like your's," she said, pointing to my hair.

Oh, no. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening.

"Astrid, I think you just dreamt it," Snotlout said.

"I know what I saw!" She objected once more.

"Sure…" Snotlout said.

"I'll prove that the dragon is real, that will show all of you!" She said, obviously angry.

"I've got to go," I said, standing up from the table. I had to go get Toothless and figure out what to do.

"Are you sure?" Astrid asked.

"Yeah, got something I have to do. Homework and stuff," I said to them, running out of the lunch room. This tail fin was going to have to be made faster than I had originally thought. Hopefully I'd have everything I needed.

And chapter eight is finished! I hope you all enjoyed! Did you see it coming? I sure didn't! Anyway, tell me what you thought about it all down in the comments! Bye!