Chapter 6: Another day. Another lie.
I wake up still feeling miraculous that I even manage to get a night's sleep after working extensively on my art projects and homework well late into the night. I don't know how high school teachers expect so much from students now these days. This a crime against nature. No student can make it through life with six hours worth of homework along with jobs and/or after school activities. You think they should know how it felt to be in our shoes at one point.
I go over to the bathroom and strip out of my pajamas so I can get myself ready for another day of school before I run of time to make it to school without being late.
I wake myself up even more by taking a nice cold shower. I shiver as the liquid ice just hits me on my skinny body. Cold showers are normal in the Haddock house. Mainly because my dad has neglected to replace the old water heater in the basement. The last time I had a nice hot shower was when I was ten. I remembered my mom complaining about it and my dad promising he would get around to it when he can. He just never go to it.
As soon as I can register that I am clean, I jump out of the shower and wrap myself in a nice warm towel. I then catch a rare glimpse of my body.
My body was dull. I'm not fat. I'm actually quite tall and skinny which I really want to change more than anything. But it's not easy with me looking like my mom. I can eat the most fattening of foods and still have trouble gaining weight. Maybe I should go into some weight training. Both healthy and it might finally give me some muscles to see.
Height, I don't really mind. Boys are taller than most girls anyway, so I'm actually kinda glad that I inherited some height. Both my parents are tall, so I'm tall. It's simple genetics.
The worst thing about my body is the parts that I have. I don't like having breasts. I hate them. No matter how small they are, they are still there. Like a scar. The scar that signifies what I am and what I am not.
I quickly go over to the medicine cabinet and get out the cannister of pills. Those pills. My ticket of out this body. I have to remember to thank the guy who made these. They must really care about people like me.
I quickly pop my one pill in my mouth for today and look back in the mirror. Nope. Still feminine. As if they change my body in an instant anyway.
Hormone blockers stop the production of sex hormones. I can't change into a girl anymore. But it can't change me into a boy. I have to wait until I'm eighteen for pill form hormone of Testosterone. Although it would be nice that I have my real body now.
I hear my dad moaning and groaning next door. He must be waking up. I should head back to my room and change.
I head back to my room to change into my clothes today. I was planning to use my default outfit when I stopped and remembered frustratingly the conversation I had with my dad the night before.
" I just want you to act like more like a lady." My father's exact words echo in my mind.
But I don't want to be a lady. I never want to be a lady. Why can't he understand that? Why can't he just simply accept me for who I am instead of giving me a disappointed scowl because I don't act like a girl.
Everytime I try to talk to him. It's more of the fact that he talks over me and end of story. No opinion of mine ever gets out. It's not like I try. Believe me I try to get through to him every single day. Each one a disaster
I sigh at the drawer of clothes in front of me. I really don't want to do this, but I can't make him more angry with me than I already did. I guess I just have to bit my tongue on this one.
I am so going to regret it. No doubt about it. I just know it.
People were staring at me as I walking around the the school feeling very uncomfortable. I hate it. I really hate it. Why did I make myself do this? Surely I could have made another excuse not to go through with it. Why didn't I make another excuse?! Surely my dad would have understand. Right?
Of all things I had in my closet, I chose to wear the most girly outfit that I have ever own in a long time. I'm surprised that I was able to touch it. Let alone wearing it. I am so going to get stared at for this.
I was wearing a buttoned up dress. A dress! It was loose and made out of denim that had a thin belt in the middle. I never felt so exposed. My freckled legs were bare and cold. My feet weren't much better thanks to wearing a pair of sandals. My brown hair was braided down my back. I look like a farm girl on a ranch!
People were instantly buzzing as I came down the hall. All of them were shocked at seeing what was I wearing I just kept my head down as I try to get to my locker as fast I can.
" No way she actually looks like a chick!" I heard a guy whispered as the rest of them snicker. I know that they are talking about me.
Oh! What was I thinking!? I should have brought my regular clothes with me to change into and now I'm stuck in this awful dress! I need to think these things through!
" Hey!" I heard a familiar voice. I turn around to see Ruffnut. Like me, she's not that much girly. But the difference is that she knows she's a girl and makes it well known. Even if she can be a little gross like her twin.
She usually wears a long grey shirt over her skinny jeans. Her blonde hair is done up in many braids which she usually changes it up everyday.
She and I don't really talk. But she stands her ground as not being the type that would side with someone with Dagny. She believes in breaking the rules of society like getting rid of the whole thing of gender separation on sports teams
" Oh hey Ruffnut." I said.
" What's wrong with you?" She frowns.
" Excuse me?" I raise an eyebrow. Since when she even that concerned about me?
" Why the hell are you wearing a dress?! Do you not want to stand up for women equality!?" She shouted in outrage.
" Ummm…. My dad wanted me to act more like a lady." I said to her.
" Well don't let him get to you! We feminists have to stick together!" She said. She's acting as though we were friends for a long time. Even though we don't really talk to each other on a normal basis.
I then hear the voice of Astrid. Coming to save my butt again.
" Ruffnut come on. Just leave her alone. You're making her more uncomfortable as is." She tells her.
" Well I just don't want lose another girl to the evil Dagny!" Ruffnut points out. Which, I can't believe I'm saying this, I agree with.
A lot of the girls in this high school have been siding with Dagny since she is the richest and most powerful. Hardly anyone does not want to side with her. Apparently she even holds auditions on who becomes a part of her inner circle. Which I wouldn't be surprised that's what she's girls go to extreme lengths just to be like by Dagny. In a way, I kinda feel bad for them.
" Don't worry. I'm still against Dagny. I just had to makeup for making my dad angry with the whole thing that I did yesterday." I said as I open my locker to get my books for today's classes.
" Oh yeah! The whole thing with Snotlout being beat up! Dude. You are now my idol!" Ruffnut smiles wildly.
" Really. Me? Your idol?" I said as I raised an eyebrow. She must be joking. She has to be.
" Yeah. You are the talk of the whole school." Astrid nods.
" Wait. What?" I said in shock. Me? The talk of the whole school?
" We also heard that you're going to be featured at the art showcase this year. That is something that not many sophomore students get to do." Astrid nod.
" Where did you hear that?" I asked her.
" There's a flyer on the student involvement board. Your name is among the list of students that is participating." Astrid said.
I didn't give myself time to lock my locker as I ran to the involvement board to see that if this was true. I almost slip up on my sandals. Curse these awful shoes! When I got there, my heart stop as I saw the flyer.
It said: Want to see Art? Come find it at the Annual Art Showcase. We have talent all over from the student body. Featuring: Eugene Fitzherbert, Temperance Brennan, Ling Yee, Henrietta Haddock….
Henrietta Haddock. My name is on there. The whole world can see it. I just can't seem to avoid drawing attention myself.
I turn around to see Dagny smirking at me.
" Well seems like little Hiccup is going places. As if a dress, a fight, and a place in the showcase will make your life much better." She laughs.
" Well it seems to give me some attention." I said inadvertently. I should have kept my mouth shut. Why do I always open it at the worst times?
She laughs in response. But it was more of a laugh of intimidation.
" Hiccup. Hiccup. Hiccup." She shakes her head with the smirk still planted on her face. " You said so yourself. No one will see nothing more than a loser. This is just your fifteen minutes of fame. Pretty soon they will just forget you even exist. Nor will they care. I hope you remember that. You will wished you haven't messed with me."
She then walks away leaving me alone in a very crowded place. My stomach tightens at this. She's not like those idiot mean girls. She's insane and very smart when she can be. When she plans to hurt someone. She hits them where it really hurts them personally. I have a feeling she is planning something and I am not going to like it.
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