Hey all! The same rules apply to this one, but this is from the perspective of Tyra Bjorgman, My Original Character.

Chapter 2: Never Gonna Give it Up

The morning had been pretty rough already. The fight was over, the girl was safe, and I was hungry. Korra and Hiccup talked the poor girl's ear off, but she seemed to be pretty happy with the attention. The bell rang, and I turned back to see Elsa wave goodbye. Hiccup came toward me, returning the favor. Korra and I waved back to her as well. Hiccup caught up to us, smiling broadly. "What do you think, guys? What would you rank her?"

I turned back, walking backwards with my hands behind my head. I knew these two wouldn't let me run into any walls. I inspected her as I walked away. "I'd say she's an eight."

Korra looked back. "I can't really tell, but the way she is now, I agree."

Hiccup smiled as I turned around. "Only an eight?"

I shrugged. "If she didn't cover up every scrap of skin she's got, she'd probably be higher."

"Yeah, you can't really tell much cause she's so covered up." Korra agreed.

Hiccup nodded slightly. I remained silent, turning the right way again. "She's got a pretty face though." I felt a soft smile come to me. Images of the girl ran through my head, starting with her radiant smile and ending on an image of her tearful blue eyes.

"Hey Tyra?" I snapped out of my daze.

"Sorry Korra! I zoned out," I answered, rubbing the back of my neck.

Hiccup smiled broadly. "You like her, huh?" His face seemed to brighten.

I felt my face grow extremely hot. "N-No way! She's great, but we only just met her and… um..." I looked away, my face burning. It wasn't just from embarrassment.

Korra laughed. "Tyra's got a girl crush!" I shoved her, which only caused her to laugh more.

Hiccup saw right through me. "It's your family, huh?"

I winced, nodding. We entered the classroom, sitting beside one another at our lab table. It was nice when your best friends were your lab partners, and we could slack off. Thankfully, today there was a substitute teacher, and the greatest part of that was that we did absolutely nothing. After a long first few periods, I met up with Hiccup, Korra and Elsa for lunch. When I sat down, I realized I had never seen someone with that color naturally in my life, and Elsa didn't seem to be the one to dye her hair. Other than that, lunch was rather uneventful, mostly filled with Hiccup and Korra elbowing me in the ribs trying to get me to tell her. I gave Hiccup a good elbow to the stomach which made him stop, but I couldn't get away from Korra that easily.

We rode home on our bikes, the rain sprinkling lightly against my skin. "So what are you gonna tell your brother?" Korra asked, her tone more serious. I remained silent for a moment, then sighed.

"I don't know." I kept my gaze forward. We were nearing the point where we would part. I missed being with her. We had lived in the same house until my brother decided he wanted to take care of us and took us from there. We were a big family when we lived with Korra and all of her extended family, and now we were a little, broken family.

We stopped at the fork in the road. "I'll see you tomorrow, right?" She asked, parking her bike and coming over, as I got off.

I smiled weakly. "Yeah. Tomorrow." I hugged her, and she let her arms wrap around me. I pulled away after a moment. "We should go home." She nodded. "Bye, Korra." She waved, getting on her bike and taking off down the opposite road to her home. After a moment of watching, I did the same.

After school, I went home to find Freya and Kristoff were already home. Freya ran forward and hugged me around the waist. I smiled and laughed at having my little sister around. Kristoff turned around, kneeling on the couch and saying, "Hey Sis."

"Hey, little bro." I kissed the top of his head, then did the same with Freya. They seemed to be the only humans in the house that wanted me to be there. Speaking of living creatures that wanted me around, our german shepherd puppy mix, Sven, was bouncing around and ran up to me, looking up when I came in. He let out a small yap standing on his hind limbs and trying to lick me. I lifted him from the floor and kissed his wet nose. "Hey Sven!" Our big apenzell mountain dog ran to me, leaping up and licking my face happily. I smiled, scratching his neck, and laughing at him with one arm. "Hey Zyalon!" The animal let out a loud bark as I ran my hand along his back. I smiled weakly when my older brother walked in. He had his arms crossed and his dark hair was falling in his dark blue eyes. He had raised me, Kristoff and Freya since our parents had died when he was 18, but he had never been very good at the position. Korra's family had taken care of us more than he had.

He had a look of anger on his face, and I wondered what I did this time. I knew a fight was coming, and I handed Sven to Kristoff and stated, "You and Freya should go to the Bryke's house. This isn't going to go well." Kristoff glanced from Tyra to Ennick, and our older brother nodded, his eyes seeming to blaze with anger.

Kristoff rose. "Come on, Freya. We're going to go see Uncle Tonraq." He took her hand, and kept a hold on Sven. Ennick's hands tightened into fists.

She smiled. "And Korra?!" She asked excitedly. She slipped her jacket on. I could see the fiery rage in Ennick's eyes.

He smiled. "Yes, and Korra. Here, hold Sven, and be careful." He handed the pup to her, and she snuggled him while he licked her left, Kristoff slipping on his jacket at the door.

There were a few moments of silence before Ennick asked calmly. "What happened at school today, Tyra?" His arms were crossed and the fingers on his right hand drummed on his left arm. I thought, confused, and then it hit me.

"Oh, the fight. Some boys were beating up on a girl. I swear I didn't throw a single punch!" I held my hands up to show that I was innocent.

He seemed to become even angrier. "I don't care about the goddamn fight, Tyra!" He glared, then went to the phone and played the blinking red message.

Hiccup's voice rang out, garbled and strange because of the phone: "Hey Tyra! I decided to walk home with Elsa! She's really great. If you don't go after her, I will! Seriously, Tyra, You need to talk to your brother about liking girls! I'll see you at school. At least try, okay?" The machine let out a loud beep, then said in its mechanical voice, "End of Messages."

During the course of the message, I had felt my face grow paler and paler. When he said those words, I couldn't look at anything. I kept my gaze toward the floor, feeling my brother's gaze boring into my body. I felt like I was on fire. "I will not have a homosexual in this house, Tyra. Mom and Dad would be rolling in their graves if they heard this!" He shouted.

I felt my heart lurch, guilt and anger throbbing in my chest. I turned to him, my eyes mirrored in his, and growled, "I'm not homosexual, and you can't speak for Mom and Dad. You didn't know them any better than we did, Ennick!"

"I'm not deaf, Tyra! And so what if I didn't know them! I'm the adult! I know what's best, and I will not have a homosexual in this house, Tyra!" He roared in rage.

I looked up at him, feeling the defiance and anger rolling off of me. "Then I guess I have to find a new home," she snarled.

I wasn't sure what happened until after it happened. His hand had a tight grip on my wrist, and my eye hurt badly. I covered my eye with one hand, trying to rip my wrist away from him. I opened my eyes to see Ennick's face filled with fear and guilt, his hand releasing me. "Tyra... I'm so sorry... Ty..." He tried to approach. I shuddered, then ran out of the room swiftly, going to my room and locking the door. I let out a sigh, tears streaming down my face as I pressed my forehead to the cold white door. My eye stung, and I shivered. I didn't let out a sob. I just let the tears flow. I heard my brother standing outside, not saying a single word. I heard his deep breaths that seemed to give way to quick panicked breaths. I shook, slamming my fist into the door. I ran to my closet, taking my few clothes out and throwing them into my duffel bag.

I could barely see, the world swimming in my tears and seeming to mock me. I took everything I could fit into the big blue bag, my eyes starting to clear. I knew he was standing right outside my door. I looked over to the purple case in the corner of the room that housed my genesis bow, a medium sized stuffed orca on top. I stopped rushing to look at them, sitting and running my fingers over the delicate rosemaling Ennick had painted on to my case. The greens and light blues stood out gently, and more tears came. I took the stuffed animal and slipped it into my bag, zipping it quickly. The bag seemed strained at all it held, but I had gotten everything in somehow. I grabbed the handle of its case, swinging open the door, then clutching my duffel and walking out. As soon as I saw his shocked face, I felt the tears falling faster again. I looked away, heading for the door and grabbing my key.

"Where are you going to go?" He sounded panicked.

I opened the door, holding it open slightly as I turned back to see him with tears in his eyes. I felt my heart break, but somehow my tears didn't. "You can't change me, Ennick. It wasn't a choice." I turned toward the door. "Believe me, I tried to change it for your sake years ago." She paused. "If you want me to come back, I have my phone." I whistled. "Let's go, Zyalon!"

He rose, anger in his tearful eyes. "Don't take the damn dog! How are you gonna take care of it!? You don't even know what love is! Love can only be between a man and a woman!"

Zyalon came to my side, holding his leash, which I gently clipped on to his collar. I stopped, barely out the door. "You've always hated him, and Freya and Kristoff already have a dog to take care of. You'd throw him out." I paused again. "If you think love can only be between a man and a woman, then you don't know what love is." I looked at him, barely able to see him through my tears and now swelling eye. "Because I love Kristoff and Freya." My voice broke, and I held back a sob, my tears breaking and cascading down my face. " And I love you." The last thing I saw were his tears falling. The door was slammed shut, and I took my duffel and Zyalon's leash into my hand, and closed the door. The world seemed colder. Darker. I took my things down the steps of my house, getting onto my bike. Quickly, I hooked the red leash onto my bike handle. "You ready to go for a walk, Zyalon?" He barked happily, his tail wagging. His joy made me smile slightly. The ride was a bit crowded with my things, but I started away anyway. I felt numb. Like nothing mattered. Then my chest felt as if it became filled with a dark, icy liquid. I felt my heart throb, and I rode to the park near my house.

I walked my bike, now covered in all my worldly possessions, to a small bench. I sat, chaining my bike to the bench's leg, and pulled out my MP3 player, putting the earbuds into my ears and turning the music up so loud that it was almost painful. I leaned the back of my head against my bike, just letting the music drown me. Zyalon's leash was in my hand, and he let his head rest in my lap. He nuzzled my hand, and I lifted it, placing it on his head and stroking him absentmindedly.

I was hopeless… alone… lost.

I kept my eyes open, staring at the now overcast sky. I just stared at the moving clouds, waiting and wondering what I could do. Then I closed my eyes and just drifted