HTTYD: You Don't Know the Meaning of "Nice"? (Hiccstrid)

Chapter 2

Astrid's P.O.V.

I stared at my bed. Hiccup left a while ago after assembling it for me and I felt kinda bad, having occupied his afternoon. Anyway, I didn't trust it. He might've left something loose. I grabbed my sleeping bag and went to the living room before spreading it out and grabbing the newspaper from the table. There was a newspaper dispenser outside the building so I used a quarter to get one. I opened to the job ads and started looking. I was thinking a bunch of part-timers would work but I was also looking for full time jobs that I could do from school as well. You know, one that required a lot of paper work that I just had to fill out and hand in. I lay down on the floor with a marker and start circling. I found one at Starbucks, City hall, and an engineer. I call into them and set up interviews before putting everything away and falling asleep.

Next day

I woke with a gasp at the sound of my alarm screaming at me. Literally. It was my voice screaming "Wake up" at the top of it's lungs. I hit the off button and go to the bathroom to brush my hair. I put it in a side braid before getting dressed and packing my bag. I was just using everything from my old school. I then go into the hall way and lock my door before going down to the lobby. I wave to the landlady and she greets me, telling me to have a good day at school. I leave the building and start heading to the school, stuffing my hands in my pockets and pulling my hood over my head. My messenger bag was heavy and I couldn't wait to unload my books into my locker; I had bought them from my old school so don't worry, not a felon. A black car drove next to me for a few minutes, very slowly. The windows were tinted black like a limo and I couldn't see the driver so I just ignored them. After a minute or two, they pick up speed and drive away. I walk for like ten more minutes and reach the school before going inside. I go to the office and get my schedule and locker number/combo. Feeling as if my shoulder was about to dislodge, I quickly go to my locker and open it before putting my stuff away and grabbing the stuff for my first class. I then head to class as the bell rings, getting there a minute late.

"I see we have someone the rules don't apply to," the teacher says in disgust as she looks at me.

"Nice to meet you," I say with a smile, not correcting her, "Now are you going to discipline me or may I take my seat?" She glares before rolling her eyes.

"Please do," she says and I nod, before walking to an empty desk in the back corner, next to a boy who had his head bent and was scribbling something in his notebook. I take out my phone and plug in my ear buds before slipping them up my shirt to my ear. I put one in and tuck the other back into my shirt before hitting my play list and turning the volume down a little bit. The first song was thankfully Up Town Funk. I fix my beanie so that it covered the ear piece. Once everything is in order and I have my notes out, I turn to the front and start copying what the teacher had on the board. Just to clear something up, I know the rules apply to me, it's just that music keeps my mind from wondering and I can pay attention better. Teachers never seem to get that so they usually confiscate my stuff, that's why I hide it. 

After class

I gather my things and am about to leave and the boy I sat next to raced for the door. I guess he doesn't like History. That makes two of us, I think as I rush out of the room and to my locker. I had tucked my schedule into my binder cover, since it's the only one I needed; it had all my subjects in it. I felt a tug on my shirt and turned around to see a girl with black hair and pretty green eyes...they reminded me of my mother. Her mouth was moving and I heard her voice but I couldn't hear what she was saying. The music wasn't working at the moment; my mind was wondering. To the day my dad first lied to me. Not just his first White Lie to me, his first lie, lie. He'd just told me Mom was fine, they all said she was fine. She was in a coma and they were about to pull the plug but she woke up. They call that fine. Thought I couldn't handle her death.

"Hello?!" I jump at the voice and shake my head to clear it.

"Sorry, I was, um, somewhere, um-else. Uh-what?" I ask.

The girl laughs before saying, "I was saying welcome to Berk High. My name's Heather and you are...?"

"Astrid Hollerkey," I tell her and she shakes my hand.

"Want me to show you around?" she asks and my mind wonders again. Last time I heard those words, I was welcomed to the school by a bucket of water being dumped on me then a bag of flour. I look back on it and laugh but at the time it was pretty embarrassing.

"...No thanks," I say with a deep breath and walk away after grabbing my stuff. I make it like half way down the hall and something trips me, making me fall forward and drop my books. Laughing sounds all around me and I look up to see that a black haired boy had been the one to trip me and was leading the laughing.

"Go back to jail...uh," he pauses, trying to think of an insulting name as I roll my eyes, "Freak!" I laugh when he finishes. I've been called much worse than freak. I stop laughing abruptly and glare a challenge at him.

"Really? That's the best you can come up with?" I ask and he glares at me before walking away and the hall clears except for a few people. I start to pick up my books and, as I'm reaching for one, a hand shows up and grabs it. I'm not able to stop my hand in time and I put mine on top of the other persons. I slowly look up the person's arm and follow it to the shoulder. Then I follow the shoulder to the neck, and the neck to the face. Once I saw their face, I immediately retract my hand as they smirk.