Hiccup Haddock, a boy who has perfect grades and a good education. Well, had. He joined up to the military against his father's wishes, something both he and his father never thought he'd do.
This is the story of a high school drop out.
A single camouflage backpack sat against the door of the Haddock Manor's living room. It held only essentials for the trip ahead; one of which will change the Haddock boy for ever, for good or bad it yet to be seen. Next to it, leant a boy, he had emerald green eyes and auburn locks. Across from the boy, sat a large and beefy man with a redish, ginger beard. Next to him was a girl with long brown hair and similar eyes to the auburn haired boy. Finally, in the middle of the spacious room stood a group: two girls and three boys. Both girls had blonde hair, one in a braid and the other loose in dreadlocks, they also shared blue eyes, though one more teary than the other. One large boy stood short with dark brown hair and blue, alluring eyes, arrogance surrounded his aura. Another looked exactly like the dreadlocks girl, though his nose was slightly wider. Finally, a chubby boy with blonde hair and watery green eyes stood slightly more awkwardly than the others.
It was actually a school day, but the group insisted they took a day off, to say goodbye to their friend and soon-to-be former classmate. When the emerald eyed boy told them the news, tears were spilled and eyes were bloodshot, but eventually the respected and understood his decision; all but one. None of these happened to the boys father. He did not cry, nor did he support his son's decision or show any sign of emotion when the boy had told them. That night had included a lot of screaming, shouting and arguing about his dicision. The Haddock boy had stood firm though; plainly staying that he didn't care if he had his father's support or not on the life changing event.
Whilst the boy and his father were having a staring, more like glaring, competition the bus had pulled up, halting with a loud noise that could only be described as a large, farting mouse.
Knock. Knock.
The look the elder Haddock had sent the younger said it all. The boy took it as a challenge; experimenting on his so called father's parent-child love.
Slowly, the boy made his way to the oak door.
"Hayden H Haddock ?" A man in uniform asks, authority lacing his voice.
"That's me, Sir." The boy - Hayden - tried to act cool but respectful. He knew that if he was on the battle field and something had happened previously, he'd have to empty his mind of it and focus on fighting and helping.
"Andy Lennor." The soldier extended his hand. "Your wanting to be a soldier, correct ?"
Hayden shook his hand, nodding.
"This is crazy !" His father makes his appearance known, stepping behind Hayden. His father was rather intimidating; mainly due to his beefy build, masked face and serious persona.
"What is, Mr Haddock ?" He said the line as if a teacher asked him a question, you could tell he'd had this conversation many of times.
"Hayden is only 16, he doesn't know what he wants !" The tone Gerald used held something, an emotion which was thought to be long forgotten; care.
"Hayden, make your way to the bus and hand the driver your passport."
Hayden gave a respectful nod, turning around he made his way down the drive.
As he set foot on the bus be heard someone shouting his name.
"Hiccup ! You don't have to go, please, please stay." Tears swelled Camilla's eyes, age never thought she'd have to say goodbye to her brother.
Hayden only let Avery and Camilla call him Hiccup, he didn't exactly like the name.
"I'm sorry, Cami. I have to do this."
He stepped on the bus, without looking back.
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"Is your Father in, kid ?" A man in camouflaged clothes asked with a box in his hands, he had tears in his eyes.
"Why are you crying, Sir ?" A small Hayden asked, confused.
The man just smiled weakly.
"No," Gerald yelled from the hallway of the house. "Please, she's not...." His voice drifted off and Gerald have a heartbroken shout.
"What, Daddy ?" He looked up at the unknown man "What's up with Daddy ?"
Camilla came into the room aswell now.
"I'm sorry, Kids." The man's voice came strained. "Your Mum, Va-"
"Hey, wake up !" A voice shook me awake and I grogilly opened my eyes.
"You OK, mate ?" The same voice asked me in concern.
The boy who had woken me up had dark brown hair, messily cut into a 'meet me at McDonald's' hair cut. He also bore hazel eyes, with light freckles speckled across his cheeks and nose.
"Oh, sorry. I'm fine." I wasn't fine, not at all. This is the second time in a week I've had that dream, it was more like a nightmare.
It was of the night we were told my mother went MIA and then, within an hour, KIA along with her dragon- cloud jumper.
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