"Ooh! Can't touch this!" Astrid cheered as she dodged a ball and chucked one at the head of a brown haired skinny boy, knocking him off his feet.

"Hiccup! You're out!" the coach called and the boy ran to the sidelines, leaving Astrid to take out his friends and team mates. After five more minutes, Astrid takes out the last standing person on the opposite team as her own team mates cheered for her. They had gotten out but Astrid was able to manage. She smiled at her activity group as they cheered for her.

"Astrid, see me after class," Coach says and she crosses her arms.

"If this is about the head shots, those guys need to toughen up," she says and her friends cheer as she struts towards them, sitting on the end of their line on the bleachers.

"Astrid," Coach says in a warning voice.

"Okay, fine. I'm sorry I was trying to help you guys become guys," she says to Hiccup's team, made up of Hiccup, Snotlout, Fishlegs, and Tuffnut. Her friends laugh and Hiccup forces a chuckle as the rest of his team scowls.

"Just see me. Okay, next up is Team Deadly Nadder, vs Team Timberjack," Coach calls and Astrid's team, made up of herself, Heather, Clicker, and Juviani shout their battle cry as they run back onto the court.

"Ugh, they should be called Boring Nadders," Calica, team captain of the Timberjacks, says. Astrids team knew she was just joking around but they still scowled playfully. Timberjacks was made of Calica, Misty, Ruffnut, and Jessica. They take positions, the balls in the middle of the gym.

"You're going down, Calica!" Astrid calls before Coach blows his whistle. Right away, Astrid shoots to the center line and pushes all the balls to her teams side of the gym. She smirks as she chucks one at Ruffnut, causing her to stumble backwards. Her team mates throw their balls and Astrid does a series of back-flips to dodge, the ones directed at her, in style. Soon, it's just Astrid and Calica. Astrid starts shooting the balls like rockets and Calica has a hard time dodging them all.

"I got you Calica!" Misty calls before "Scream and Shout" sarts playing from her phone.

"Oh, come on that's cheeting right?!" Astrid asks the coach who shrugs, not seeming to care. Calica starts to dance, now dodging the balls with ease. Astrid just pauses, waiting for the song to end. Which it soon did, causing Calica to pause in her ending dance move. Astrid takes her chance and hits her friend's arm, which was stretched out to the side. She smirks as Calicas eyes widen in mock anger. "Told you you were goin' down," Astrid says smugly as she walks back to the bleachers.

"Great use of resources, although, I'm not sure I agree with the language of the song used," Coach says and Misty smiles sheepishly, holding her phone near her chest. "Alright, you sweaty pigs, go get changed. Astrid. My office, I'll sign your planner," Coach orders and the class nods, heading for the locker rooms.

"Hey, good game you guys," Astrid says, lightly punching the team leaders arms. Hiccup blushes as she puches him.

"Uh-Y-Yeah. Good game...A-Astrid...," Hiccup stutters, half waving but pausing as he sees her moving away. He whatched her walk toward the girls locker room. The way her shoulders moved, the way her hair bounced slightly, the way she carried herself with such confidence. It made him wonder if there was something she couldn't do. He followed his friends to the locker rooms to get changed as Astrid walked into Coaches office. She sat in the chair in front of his desk and waited. Soon, Coach came in and sat in front of her.

"You played great today, Astrid," He says with a sad smile.

"Tell me something I don't know," she says in mock arrogance.

"But, you're getting too competative," he tells her and her mood suddenly changes. She was happy, now she's confused and kinda angry at where this might be going. "So, your mom and I talked, you're gonna be homeschooled for a while," he says.

"What?! But all my friends are here! What did I do?! I'll stop competing, I promise! Dad, please don't homeschool me!" Astrid cries, trying to change her fathers mind but he simply shakes his head.

"It'll only be until you learn to control your temper. You loose a competition and you train until you win the next one. It's not healthy. You have one more week here, then, you might wanna get your friends contact information," Coach says and Astrid shoots out of her chair and storms to the locker room, getting surrounded by her friends as she goes to change.

"Astrid! You were great out there!"
"You're gonna be the schools prize athlete in High school!"
"What did Coach want?"
"If he critisized your playing, he's stupid for his age!"

"Guys!" She snaps and they fall quiet as they look at her worriedly, "It doesn't matter what Coach said! I just wanna give you a heads up that he talked to my mom and they agreed to have me be homeschooled until I learn to control my 'temper'." She looks at her group as they exchange uneasy glances. "Well?" Astrid says, wondering what they were thinking.

"Well, you do kinda tend to train yourself to the bone," Heather says, finally speaking up.

"I train because I want to get better!" Astrid snaps as she pulls her shirt over her head.

"There is such a thing as not being able to improve, you know," Clicker says, standing at Heathers side. Astrid looked at her friends in disbelief.

"Of course there is! You guys remember when I couldn't hold my breath under water for more than 30 seconds? I trained and now I can hold it for two minutes! You guys thought I couldn't get better and I proved you wrong! And that's what I'll do now: Prove you wrong. I'll be homeschooled, sure. But when I come back, I will be way better in sports than now. So get a good taste of the old Astrid Hofferson!" With that, she shoved through her crowd and out of the locker room, grabbing a quick drink from the water fountain before walking out of the gym. After putting her clothes in her locker, she runs to the bathroom and punches a stall. She had to leave the only school she's ever been to, leave her friends, leave her teachers. Everything. Just because her parents think her temper needs shaping. My temper makes me play better. You'd think dad would be happy about that, with him being the PE coach.

***

Hiccup closed his locker to be face-to-face with his cousin, Snotlout. "Hey, did you hear? Astrid's becoming home schooled. She's not gonna have any contact with any one here until she learns to control her temper. With you moving, I suggest you tell her how you feel with in the week. And then say goodbye because, with her anger, she aint comin back for a while and you're probably not coming back ever. So. Here's your chance," before Hiccup can respond, Snotlout spins him around and shoves him into Astrid.

"A-Astrid! H-Hi, Astrid. Hi Astrid," he stutters nervously before finally finding his voice.

"Hey, Hiccup," she sighs, looking through the pages in her planner.

"So I hear you're being homeschooled?"