This is Berk's education system. It runs on money, and will literally do anything to keep getting funded. It's bearable most of the time, but agonizing whenever people who are richer than you need to vent. I'm in detention. On my first day of school. For not letting bullies catch me and beat me up. I know it's stupid. Tell the in-school justice system that. I'm doing exactly what any normal kid would do in detention, i.e. spy on my fellow in-mates. Things get weird FAST.

He looked at Fishlegs, who was sitting and absently scribbling on his arm, possibly working on his math homework. Frey, it was so annoying being friends with someone with near-eidetic memory. They were allowed to bring in a pouch, but no books. That made no sense to him, but it served the kids well enough. He absently listened to some kids' tapped out conversation in Morse code– that was, admittedly, genius– and was pretty sure he understood none of it. He could see one of the weird otaku girls practicing weird hand signs at the front. One of the theatre kids was subtly practicing song lines underneath his breath. And he was certain that kid two seats to his left and a little bit forward was reading from a Kindle or something. Then there were the other kids who were looking around for something to focus on. And they were all fixed on the black-haired girl he had known as Luna Whiting Light. Why? Because she, like any normal girl, was currently making a rather impressive sculpture of stationary. No, really. She had disassembled three pens up till now and was making something that looked somewhat like an exploding volcano out of pens, paperclips, alligator clips, moldable artist erasers and weird bendable pencils. He found himself wondering if she had brought the ridiculous amount of stationary as a back-up plan in case of being handed a detention slip. He really needed to get to know her better. He had tried to approach her during lunch, but she had practically disappeared, so he assumed she had preferred to eat outside. That was an option, but only something of any use to the kids who could go to a fast food joint order something and then eat it on the way back. She was pretty nice as a far as people went, and was pretty distinctive, so he really couldn't understand why he had never seen her before.

After detention, he walked up to her with purpose, she was standing in the corner, reading a book, "Um, hey? Luna Light?" he asked, nervously,

The girl looked up in interest, "Yeah?"

He bit his lip, "I…er… would like to thank you for stepping in for me. I appreciate not getting beat up."

Her lips twitched, "Yeah, most people would. And it's no problem. Anyone would do that. In fact, I'm confused as to why people didn't do that before."

Fishlegs had caught up with them by now, "What do you mean?" he asked, "The 'rich clique' pull this stuff all the time. Usually people just don't intervene. Are you new to Berk?"

Luna grinned, "Yeah, I'm a transfer, from Hopeless."

Fishlegs squealed, "They have this big convention every year, don't they? About the recent scientific developments of the Archipelago?"

Luna nodded eagerly, "My mother works in the marketing division of Soar, that company that makes virtual flight simulators and stuff, so she takes me there every year."

Hiccup whistled, "Man, that's awesome! Did you see anything interesting last time around?"

She nodded, "Yeah! They've been working on this special flight suit based off of the design of the Night Fury! It's incredible, but still a work in progress."

Hiccup was in awe. He had always been interested in science and robotics, but had never been able to go to Hopeless for the Science Convention. As the trio walked along with her in a slow meander, making small talk, a car pulled up in front of them. A sleek, dark blue Stryker. Just absolutely incredible. He had never even been this close to racecar this expensive. His mind literally short circuited. The window rolled down, and a driver looked through, "Ms. Luna, come on, you're late as it is."

Hiccup glanced at Luna, who nodded immediately, before looking at Hiccup, "Yo, do you guys walk home, or do you want me to drop you off…?"

Her face was kindly sincere, like there was absolutely nothing wrong with asking two kids from the lowest pecking order if they wanted her to drop them off in her possibly 1 million kroner car. "I-I'll just walk…" he finally managed out.

Fishlegs fidgeted nervously, "Y-Yeah. Me too."

Luna pouted, "No, you won't. You live halfway across town. The bus is long gone. You're gonna come with me and like it. The seats are hella comfortable. I promise."

With that, she grabbed their wrists and pulled them into the car.

The next few minutes were uncomfortably quiet as she slid into the shotgun seat, and the driver started up a conversation with her, "So, how was your day, miss? How bad is the damage?"

Luna waved her hand, "Nonexistent. I'll be in detention for the next two weeks, but otherwise, I'm totally okay. Things will get straightened out soon enough."

The guy nodded, "And your classes? Were they fun?"

Luna nodded, "Of course! But, today were the introductory classes, so I bet things are gonna get much worse. It's the natural order of things."

Awkward silence, until Luna looked back at them, "You guys alright? We'll be nearing your district soon… can you point us the rest of the way?"

Fishlegs nodded, "S-Sure!" he was kind of jittery, and even Luna seemed to pick up on the tension.

"How bout some music?" she asked, "Any genre or band you guys like?"

Hiccup nodded hesitantly, "Ever heard of the Legends of Old?"

Luna's eyes brightened into a passionate smile, "Of course! Fafnir's Disappearance is my favorite. The saddest song ever. I think I have half their songs here…" she fiddled with the radio a little, before the opening bars of 'I was Hit by a Thunderbolt' started playing. Luna started finger tapping as they drove, and the tension in the car seemed to decrease a little. It was so confusing, a rich kid was willingly talking to them, even though they knew he and Fish were at the bottom of the societal pecking order. It just felt like a disturbance in the Force. "-cup? Hey, where are you?"

He snapped out of his reverie to see Luna snapping her fingers in front of his face, leaning back from the shotgun seat, "Um… yeah?"

"You looked like you were a thousand miles away." She commented, as she brushed her hair away from her eyes, "I was asking you were your house was."

Hiccup blinked, "Oh… yeah, its…" he looked around, "Turn right here, then keep going forward until…" the driver immediately swung right, and Luna covered a yawn.

Hiccup quickly pointed out directions, until he reached his apartment block, "There. Thanks. Come on, Fish." Fishlegs stumbled out beside him, and as they were leaving, he heard a snore coming from Luna and stifled a snort. Wow. That was so bizarre. Did it even happen? Or was he hallucinating?

Hours later, the Stryker was stopped in front of a large mansion, several stories tall. The driver nudged her awake, and the girl sleepily blinked awake. "Oh, good." she yawned, "Sun's going down. I'll be out for my nightly excursion. I trust that you'll be fine?"

The guy nodded, "I'll clear up everything with the parental units."

She grinned as she tightened her hair, "Good luck with that, Erik! Hey, could you take my bag to my room as well?"

Erik levelled her with a glare, "I was not assigned to this to be your servant."

Luna giggled, "Well, you went to butler school for this, didn't you? Why let it go to waste?"

He just sighed, "Just get out of here, Lizard."

She huffed playfully, but picked up her bag and got out anyways, watching the car speed away. She walked into the empty house, that was tastefully decorated in rich dark colours and smooth classy wooden and steel panel. Cool, cutting-edge, modern. She went into the kitchen, and slid open the fridge, looking into it for leftovers. It was mostly empty, but it had a Tupperware container with fried deboned fish and some rice that was marked 'Dinner'. She picked it up, and went back into the main hall, where an elevator was situated. There was a picture inside, of Luna and a busty woman with wild blonde hair standing beside a boy with bright blue eyes as he displayed a certificate. She clicked on the roof button, and took a deep breath as she hugged her container close.

When she reached the top, she tossed her bag to the side, and looked around. Compared to the rest of the house, the roof was less fancy, more efficient. It had a bathroom and a changing room, and an open air sitting room all in drab colours. Luna quickly dropped her oversized jacket, and opened the Tupperware container. Steam curled around it as it opened, the food pleasantly warm. She curled up on one of the couches as she ate, then got up and stretched once she was done. She went to the railing at the back of the roof, testing it out with her hands, lifting herself up with only upper body strength, then tumbling forwards. Onto thin air, and a five story drop.

Author's note: I know. EPIC. R&R, everyone. Stay safe, stay home, thing's are gonna be fine.