A/N: Hi new chapter! Hope you like it.

Hiccup ran until he ended up on the floor in the corner of the library, hidden behind a chair. He sat there trying to get his breathing under control, while tears started to roll down his cheeks. He gave a shuddering breath as he then started to rub his throbbing left leg.

Briefly he looked around the library and saw no one else. The brunet then carefully rolled up his pants leg, and looked at the bruises that littered the already marred skin. With a shaking hand he carefully traced a few of the scars, those he'd received from a car crash that killed his father when he was five.

When a few voices floated to his ears, Hiccup immediately pulled the pants leg down, and tried to be a small as possible. He then realized that there was also lots of voices coming from the hallway, it was passing period. Standing up Hiccup checked his schedule again, and hurried on to his art class.

Hiccup was the first in the classroom, and once again sat in the front of the class, and kept his head down. That is until he shivered, despite his long sleeves, so he looked up to ask the teacher if they could do something about it. Hiccup found the teacher, and immediately forgot about his question.

His teacher was a tall man with a face that looked to be in his thirties but with steel grey hair. He had on a muscle shirt on, with tattoos that appeared to be tribal in nature winding up his arms. All in all, he didn't look like an art teacher.

That however wasn't what had caught Hiccup's attention. Sitting in the window was a boy, probably a senior, who had on a blue hoodie, tattered tan leggings, and no shoes. What drew Hiccup's attention was the boy's bright white hair. He must have been who the brunet had kept glimpsing in the hallway. Hiccup highly doubted that there were two students in the school that have hair as white as his.

It was then the white haired boy looked up and noticed that Hiccup was sitting there. The boy shifted and Hiccup noticed that he was also holding what appeared to be a shepherd's crook in his hand. The boy's movement caused the teacher to look over his shoulder at the brunet.

Without saying anything, the teacher moved back to his desk, completely ignoring the boy who was still sitting in the window. Hiccup considered asking the teacher who the boy was, until he watched another student walk up to the window he was sitting in, and close it, going right through the boy.

Hiccup blinked a couple of times, but the boy was still there, and he didn't look very happy that he had just been walked through. The teacher briefly glanced over his shoulder and seemed to give the boy a glance of sympathy before turning his attention back to the rest of his class.

"Hello Anklebiters. I'm Mr. Aster, and before you ask, I'm Australian." Hiccup raised any eyebrow at this, wondering why someone from Australia would want to move here. Mr. Aster continued on to explain the rules of the art room, and then asked for them to go around and say the name they would like to be called.

Mr. Aster smiled when Hiccup introduced himself, like it was an inside joke, and he completely ignored the white haired boy who was leaning against the now closed window. The idea that this white haired boy was the ghost that Merida had been talking about earlier crossed Hiccup's mind, but he honestly didn't believe in ghost stories.

Once the bell rang, dismissing them to go to their next class, Hiccup was out of there, and ready to forget all about the white haired boy. That was until, Hiccup glimpsed a flash of white out of the corner of his eye, and noticed that he was being followed by the older boy, and everyone else was walking right through him. He didn't look very happy about this, but seemed more intent on following Hiccup.

Hiccup's next class was construction, a course that most people wouldn't think he was interested based on his build. The brunet however had always loved the idea of being able to create anything his mind wanted to and that outweighed his scrawny build. He'd also been helping out at Gobber's shop ever since he was little.

"Hiccup!" Hiccup was startled out of his thoughts when the blonde girl Merida had introduced as Camicazi appeared in front of him. He immediately noted that she was a lot shorter than he'd originally realized. She was about a head shorter than him, despite the fact he was pretty sure she was a year or two older than him.

"Um… Hi…" The brunet gave a little wave, but was thoroughly confused as to why the girl was talking to him

"I wanted to find you after what happened at lunch. I can't believe Merida! I agree that heritage is important; my family can trace our roots back to the Bog-Burglar tribe, an ancient Viking tribe. But that's in the past; we can't be confined by what our ancestors did.

"When I found out that she'd kicked you out simply because of your heritage, I really chewed her out. Unfortunately I can't really say for sure if it did any good. She's true to her Scottish heritage, she's a stubborn ass. If you have any more trouble with her, let me know." She then turned to leave, and then stopped. "Also, Hiccup, you should check your pockets."

Hiccup immediately checked his pockets, and furious at the girl for having distracted him just to take his wallet. Instead he found his wallet still in his pocket where he was expecting it, as well as a candy bar, that hadn't been there a minute ago. Hiccup looked up at Camicazi who was smiling like an idiot.

"Grabbed Merida's wallet, and bought that for you. Didn't figure you actually got to eat anything. Least I could do." Hiccup couldn't help but smile, and then blushed when his stomach decided that would be a good time to growl. "See ya Hiccup!"

The brunet smiled as he watched Camicazi continued down the hallway, snatching another unsuspecting teen's wallet as she went. Hiccup rolled his eyes at that and hurried to the construction classroom, and arrived just as the bell rang.

"Hello everyone! My name is Nicholas North. I'll be teaching you how to create anything out of simple supplies. Now first, tour of the shop. Don't touch anything!" Mr. North had black jeans tucked into the top of his boots, and belted around his waist. He wore a red and black flannel tucked in with the cuffs rolled up a time or two. On his forearms he had half visible tattoos that appeared to say naughty and nice surrounded by patterns, but Hiccup didn't get a very good look at them.

Mr. North towered over everyone in the class, and had no hair on top but a large white beard. As he walked around explaining what everything in the shop was, most of the students had trouble understanding him through his thick Russian accent. Hiccup honestly tried to pay attention, but between the thick accent and flashes of white, he kept getting distracted.

The white haired boy was up on top of the equipment, and swinging around using the shepherd hook. None of the other students seemed to notice him, and neither did Mr. North. Hiccup was starting to wonder about his own sanity when the final bell of the day rang throughout the school. Hiccup waited until the shop had cleared out to leave, not wanting to be completely trampled in the hallways.

"It's going to happen soon. You're all here, now. I expect Pitch to make a move soon." Hiccup froze when he heard Mr. North's voice. Hiccup could have sworn that he was the last in the room, so who could he be talking to? He felt bad about eavesdropping and quickly ran out of the room.

The brunet tried to hurry to his locker, and on the way accidently ran straight into Merida. Hiccup ended up falling on his butt and was rubbing the back of his head as he started to stand up. He froze when he realized who he'd run into. Merida looked about ready to murder him, when Rapunzel stepped in.

"Come on Merida, it was an accident. It could have easily been somebody else. Leave it." Rapunzel was trying to drag Merida away from him, while also motioning with her head for Hiccup to leave.

Taking the opportunity, Hiccup bolted away and didn't stop until he ended up in front of his locker. He stood next to it panting, with his hands on his knees. There weren't really anybody else in the hallway, it was the first day off school and most kids weren't prepared enough to bring a backpack on the first day.

Hiccup pulled his schedule out of his pocket and started to put in the combo for the lock. The brunet liked how they had short but wide lockers stacked two high instead of tall skinny lockers like the ones he'd had at his middle school. He really like that he had a top locker and wouldn't have to kneel down every time he wanted to get in.

He swung his backpack down and had just unzipped his backpack when a hand grabbed the back of his shirt, lifting him off the ground. Hiccup struggled vainly to get out of the grip, unfortunately knowing what more than likely was going to come next.

The bullies changed so they were holding him by the front of his shirt, and Hiccup now had a great view of who had decided to pick on him. Dagur was the one actually holding onto him, with two of the jocks that he'd pissed off in Biology.

If he remembered correctly they were the Stabington Brothers, they were seniors but were also in only freshmen classes, they weren't that stupid, they simply didn't put forth the effort, usually trying to bully other students into doing their work.

Without saying anything, Dagur shoved him into his open and empty locker. Hiccup briefly thought about how sad it was that he was still small enough to be able to easily be shoved into his locker. One of the Stabington Brothers shoved his backpack in on top of Hiccup, and then all three managed to push the door closed enough that the door latched.

Hiccup let out a sigh as he heard the three boys walk off laughing at what they had just done. He honestly wasn't sure how he was going to get out of this, his arms had managed to get pinned behind his back, and his legs were pinned underneath his backpack.

The space was small and Hiccup had to take deep breaths to make sure he didn't completely freak out. Even after a few seconds of being in there his legs were starting to cramp up, and so Hiccup did the only thing he could think of at the moment.

He started calling for help. After a few minutes he gave up his yelling. Obviously either no one heard him or they didn't care about him. Hiccup tried to continue to take in deep breaths, but panic was starting to rise.

Ever since he was little, he'd absolutely hated small places. He blamed it on being stuck in the mangled wreck of a car for what seemed like forever at the time, and was actually an hour before the firemen on the scene were able to get him out of the wreckage.

It was as Hiccup was trying and failing to not think about the car crash that the door to his locker was suddenly opened, and Hiccup went spilling forward onto and knocking over the white haired teen he'd been seeing all day. Standing slightly behind him were standing four teachers; Mr. North, Mr. Aster. Mr. Mansnoozie, and Ms. Tooth.

A/N: Tell me what you liked or didn't like about the chapter! I always respond to reviews.

Orange Cat: I always respond to reviews. That's one of the things I love about writing is getting feed back. I didn't like Merida being mean like that, but it's one of the things about their relationship. Merida initially is skeptical or hates him because he's a viking, so I decided to include it. Glad you're continuing to like it though. Camicazi, Astrid and Heather are a part of the group, because Camicazi is a junior, and freshman year had a class with Rapunzel, and that's how she got into the group. Camicazi then brought in Heather when they were sophomores with Heather as a freshman, and this year Camicazi brought in freshman Astrid. Hope that clears things up.

Love Laugh Live Your Life: I'm glad you liked how I brought Jack into the story. I thought it was a different way to include him. Other than brief mentions of Rapunzel and Flynn, and mentions of other background characters, I'm not planning on having any pairings. Romance really isn't my thing. In a lot of the other stories Merida dislikes or distrusts Hiccup because of his heritage, so I decided to use that. I get it's a little unrealistic, but at the same time not really, I mean look at the different classes today, and how those of upper classes treat those of lower classes.