Chapter 2:Trying to hide.
Hiccup's POV
Berk Public High School is known for many things. But decency to students like me from the popular kids, is not one of them.
It's a sport in it of itself to avoid becoming a victim of it. I try not to draw attention to myself out of not becoming the next punching bag and verbal harassment from the popular kids. Especially by the name of Dagny Osvin.
Dagny's father, Oswald Osvin, is the mayor of this town. He's a great man really. My father and him are actually really good friends and we would see him at barbaques my dad would throw. He would go out of his way to make sure that the town is safe and in a comfortable environment. His daughter, however, is a different story.
Dagny is terrible. She's mean and insane. Worst of all, she gets anything she wants and gets away with everything. But for some reason, she is top of the food chain. I think it's because of her daddy's influence that she is well liked by the students in the school and has her own little posse of friends that march around with her in the school like they own the place.
I push through the crowded hallway to get to my locker. I just opened my locker to get my books when I hear a voice creep up behind me. Her voice.
" Well. What do we have here?" I hear the snake like voice slither around me. " It's the school hic-cup!"
" Hello Dagny." I groaned as I turn around to see her. She dresses like one of those rich mean girls too. Red hair that was stylized by some professional. Brand name clothes along with expensive makeup. She looks perfect as usual.
" See that you're still dressing like a groundhog little hiccup." She snorts as she continues to mock me. " What's the matter? Can't get yourself a boyfriend?"
Her posse snickers in response.
" I'm not interested in boys." I rolled my eyes as I turn my attention back to getting the books from my locker. I just want nothing more than to get to class and avoiding her.
" Right. You're a lesbian. As if that's much better." She laughs.
" What do want Dagny?" I asked the snake. She's not here unless she wants something out of me.
" I need some help with my homework. An Essay for english. I need you to do it for me." She tells me.
" What's the price?" I groan as I turn around with my books in hand. She probably is going to threaten me with something.
" Your reputation." She said it as though it was a threat. I roll my eyes. As though I didn't see it coming.
I weigh the whole thing in my head and said this," Look Dagny, I am not going to stoop down to help you cheat." I scoff. "Besides as if my reputation matters to anyone in this school. I am practically a loser and can't sink that much lower. But it's your reputation that will suffer if the teachers found out that you were trying to cheat."
She glares at me with those icy blues eyes. She slams the books out of my hands before she jerks her head and marches away with her posse in toe.I squat down to get my books as I groan at this. I have to say not bad. Though probably I should have kept my mouth shut.
I hear another voice above me, " Not bad for someone who doesn't stand up for herself that often." It was a beautiful voice.
I know that I must've blushed at hearing this. I look up to see my crush looking at me. Her name is Astrid Hofferson.
She is beautiful as Freya. The goddess of love. She has golden blonde hair that is braid over her shoulder in a side braid and sea blue eyes. She usually wears a red shirt with dark blue jeans. She is never without her leather headband that goes around her forehead that she says she had gotten from her grandmother. She's shorter than me, but then again I am one of the tallest girls in the freshman class with me almost being six foot. She is known as the toughest girl in the school. No one ever messes with her.
Dagny at one point tried to recruit her in her posse, but Astrid had the guts to say no. Which made her mad. Ever since then, she has been trying to upstage Astrid or attempt to ruin her to no avail.
I liked her ever since I met her in middle school. It's not easy to get attention from her and believe me I have gotten attention from. But not exactly in a good way.
" Ummmm….y- yeah. Th- Th-Thank y-you." I stuttered out as I swear I blush even more on my freckled face. Why did she have to be so beautiful?
" We should probably go to our class." She said nonchalantly.
" Oh right." I said as we head down to the art room. I keep gazing over at Astrid ahead of me. I know for sure that she would be more into real guys, so she would want nothing to do with a freak like me. Even if I did tell her that I was 'male.'
When we got into the art class, the bell starts ringing for everyone to be in our seats for the teacher to come in. His name is Mr. Kieser.
He's a tall guy with dirty blonde hair that is chin length and very mess that doesn't make up for the full beard he has. He normally wears loose button down shirts and old jeans that has a ton of paint splattered all over them.
He's a good teacher that sees art in everything. Even in things that break upon accident, he will bring it and piece it together in a way that makes it look like it was done on purpose. Some people find him weird in general. I find him smart and resourceful.
" Good morning class." He comes into the room. " Today we will be doing something interesting. We are going to be doing drawing portraits today of ourselves."
Everyone except me groans in response.
" But with a twist. I am not going to have you do a portrait of your literal selves. I want you to do possible selves. Like drawing yourself as something you are not, but you would be." He said.
The whole class turns their heads on their sides in response. Even I'm confused about this assignment.
He looks at Astrid and points to her, " You my dear. What would you be if you were not you?"
Astrid asked out of curiosity, " Like an animal?"
" Exactly! What animal would you be?" He asked.
" Ummmm…. a bird. I guess." She said. I could imagine her as a beautiful robin.
He smiles and nods, " A bird. Now that is good possible self. Now this assignment doesn't limit to animals. It could be objects. It could be another race of people as yourself and so forth. Don't limit yourself. Just pick one and go with it."
" Could it be anything? Like a dinosaur?" A guy asked. His name is Toby, but people call him Tuffnut. He has a twin who is called Ruffnut.
" Exactly. We have over an hour. It's due at the end. Alright begin." He tells everyone as they got out their pencils and sketchbooks.
I look at the blank page of my sketchbook and try to figure out what could be my possible self. Could I be an animal? An object? Another Race? What can I possibly be?
" Maybe I could be another gender." I thought out of my own curiosity as I start letting my drawing hand do all the work.
I start to see myself more and more as the drawing becomes more completed. It wasn't just an assignment. It was literally seeing what I could be without having to worry what other people think of me. The lean muscular body. No feminine breasts. The short auburn hair. My green eyes more lively.
Time becomes an illusion to me as I delve more into my work. Time just goes by fast. Sometimes too fast. I just wish that I will always have more time.
But of course time does have an ending as I hear my teacher say, " Time's up. Bring your work up to me. Grades will be posted on Friday."
As always I am the last one to hand in my assignment for today. I don't like people looking over my shoulder to see what I drew and raise a word about it. The student before me leaves as I come up and hand in my assignment to Mr. Kieser as quickly as possible.
" Whoa. Take it easy there champ. Where do you think you're going?" He says in amusement as I tried to leave.
" The Library." I said to him. " I have some homework that I need to do and it's my study hall."
" I think you can wait a few minutes." He said before pointing to the door. " Close it."
I sigh as I close the classroom door and come up to him as I slung off my backpack. " What did I do?"
He smiles and shakes his head, " More like what you can do. Your artwork is amazing. Why don't you show this more often in your personality?"
I just shrug my shoulders. Mostly because I don't have that much of a personality.
" Today you did something once again creative as oppose to everyone else. You imagined yourself as a different gender. The way you portrayed yourself as a male is astounding and bold. This is worthing in being in an art show. Which is what I want to talk to you about. We're having the annual art show this year and I want you to feature yourself.
" But that's for the upperclassmen. I'm only a sophomore and fifteen years old. I need to be sixteen in order to participate. " I told him my excuse to get off the hook.
" Actually. About that. I have already talked to the other art teachers and they agree to make you an exception to the rule since you are such an amazing art student." He told me. " You should be very proud Henrietta."
Again with the awful name. I don't like it. I don't want to be out on display for the whole world to see at the art show.
" That's very nice of you to do that for me, but I'm not ready to do something like this yet. So I have to decline." I told him.
" Most of us aren't ready until someone pushes them. Which is why I am requiring you to participate as part of your grade." He told me.
What?! As part of my grade!
" Are you kidding me?" I said in outrage. "Please tell me he's joking." I hoped.
" No. One day you'll look back on it as a good thing Henrietta. You just have to give things a chance."
I say nothing as I storm out of the classroom feeling so pissed off. He had to go behind my back and do this to me! Looks like my plan of not attracting any attention to myself is not going as well as I thought.
Well this a longer chapter. I hope to keep it consistently this long for the chapters in the future. But there is reason why I had ended that way in the first chapter.
I added a bit more of the characters in it. Along with the fearless Astrid Hofferson and the horrible Dagur the deranged as Dagny. I basically re-imagined her as one of those bitches from Mean Girls. She is going to be more involved with the story in the future. This will be Hiccstrid story for sure.
I won't be updating as much until I finish my AU No Son Of Mine. I don't want anymore cancelled or stories up for adoption in the future.
Please review and see you later
