Far from the Tree

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So Astrid has been accused of assault. It's her word against Chelsea and with a huge bruise spreading across her hand. The odds are stacked against her. Her emotions are building up by the minute and she's not sure what to do next. How could this possibly end well?

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"What?!" Astrid gasped.

"She says you punched her." One man explained.

"She's lying!" Astrid defended.

"It does sound like something you would do." Gary scoffed.

"Snotlout!" Hiccup shrieked. "Not helping!"

"Astrid?" Heather spoke softly. "What happened when you went to get your stuff?" She asked.

"What do you mean?" Fishlegs wondered.

"Astrid?" The raven-haired girl repeated.

"She was trying to push my buttons." Astrid explained. "But I didn't hit her!"

"Was there anybody around who could verify?" The darker haired policeman asked.

"I don't think so."

"Seems pretty suspicious to me." Snotlout teased.

"STAY OUT IF IT, SNOTLOUT!" Astrid growled.

"Astrid, breathe." Hiccup suggested.

"I'm afraid you have been suspended from the boxing club until further notice."

"What? That's not fair!" She gasped.

"I'd like you to come and write a statement please." They opened the door and waited for the blonde to join them.

Astrid tugged at her sleeve before scooping up her stuff.

Once she had left, Zac decided to check her work.

Once she had left, Zac decided to check her work

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"Hey." Heather spoke as she entered her dorm after class.

Astrid, who had been staring out of the window, jumped out of her skin.

"Heather!" She gasped. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Sorry." She whispered. "Look, You don't have to tell me what happened today. But I'm here if you wanna talk." Heather assured as she dropped her backpack beside her bed and began to change into some comfier clothes.

"I'M FINE!." Astrid denied, still sat facing the east facing window.

"Astrid, something is clearly wrong. What is it?"

"It's nothing!" She fibbed. "I can handle it!"

"I can see that." Heather gestured to the pack of frozen veg the blonde had held in her lap. "Astrid?"

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