Chapter 3: The Last Dance

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*Hiccup POV
"Hurry up, boy!" Father belched from downstairs. What time was it? I groggily rolled out from the covers and thumped to the floor ever so gracefully. "Why am I so clumsy?" I whispered to before pushing myself up from the cold wood. "Hiccup, you'll be late!" Another deep throated yell echoed through my ears. I finally stood up and saw the old digital clock on my dresser which read four-forty-seven. "Dragon shit!" I ran into closet to find my suit. God, why did I think that I had time to nap? "Hiccup!" I clamored to grab my shoes. "Yeah, uh, give me a minute, Dad!" I shoved myself through the bedroom and ran down the hallway as fast as I could. That's when I felt a tug underneath my feet and I went tumbling down the stairs like I was an infant who just learned to walk. My descent ended with a thud on the marble floor. I really, really, don't want to open my eyes, but I know that I don't have a choice. I open my eyes and see three figures looming over me. One, is Dad and he does not happy, two would be Mr. Duns who looks both amused and horrified, three would be a cute girl in cargo pants. Well, I'm screwed.

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