Waking up, I feel different, yet again. Looking at my hand, I see skin! Looking down, I'm seeing my normal, human flesh! "I'm back!" I say, surprised. But, then I feel it. "Eh, Nevermind. Most of me is normal," I say "Shawn! You're okay!" Mom says. "Uh, not entirely," I say. "What do you mean? You can talk again!" Mom's coming upstairs. "Let me get some shorts on, first," I say. "Okay, I've got shorts on, but still be kinda weary," I say. "Oh. I see why you said to be weary," Mom says. I've still got my wings and tail. "What are we going to do about school? And hiding your- um, Night Fury side," Mom says. "I'll wear a shirt over my wings and tuck my tail in my pant leg," I say, trying to stay positive. "Okay, like to see how that works. I'm going into town, you want anything?" Mom asks. "Nah," I say. I can tell now that my life won't be normal ever again. "Hey, Carlabay! I'm back (almost)" I send Carla. "Carlabay98: What do you mean 'almost'?" What's with Carla and changing her Skype name. Gosh. "SkidthedudeMC: Well, I've still got my wings and tail..." I type. "What? Soo... I guess you're not going to be normal ever again?" "Exactly what I said. I'll be at school tomorrow and see how well I can hide my- erm... 'new side'." I just hope tomorrow goes well. "Well, goodnight. See ya

tomorrow!" We both log off. I hear the door shut downstairs. Mom's home! Time to see if this idea of mine works. "So, Mom, how well do you think I hid them?" I say. "Oh, well, pretty good, actually. I hardly see them. Well, your wings. But who looks at feet, right?" "Guess your right, Mom. But, nothing's perfect! Goodnight Mom," I say, heading back upstairs. "Shawn, so you're going to school tomorrow?" Mom asks. "Yeah, I just hope it don't happen again," "okay. Night Shawn," Tomorrow. Time to see if my new side I've hidden good enough. Alright, so far so good, I think to myself as I'm on the bus. Halfway through the day, it's time for lunch. No one has noticed yet, it's working. That's when it happens. A code red drill. Great, I think to myself. "So, anyone notice yet?" Carla asks. It's the end of the day and no one has noticed. Good. "Am I still here?" I say. "Yup. Good job on hiding them," "thanks, Carla," "soooo, what we lovebirds talking about here?" Oh great. It's him. Allan, or as me and Carla nicknamed him, Snotlout. Bet you can guess why. "Oh great. Hi, Snotlout. We're just talking about that new How To Train Your Dragon Two movie. I'm going to watch it Thursday, you know," "Cool, soooo, what about it are we talking about?" Gosh, Snotlout,

You must ask about everything? "If you must know, we're just talking about Toothless, the Night Fury," I say. "Oh, well, if dragons were real, I'd like to have Hookfang. He's cool," Yup, another reason why we nicknamed him Snotlout. That's when it happens. I feel an aching throughout my entire body, again. Oh crap. "Oh no. Shawn, again?" "What do you mean, again?" Snotlout asks. I can just nod yes. "You need to go see the nurse, Shawn?" My teacher asks. Another nod. "Go," I reach for Carla's hand, indicating for her to come with me. "Okay, I'll come," out of the school, and out of sight, the transformation happens again, but, less painful that before. As my body expands to accommodate my small size compared to a Night Fury's size, my clothes start ripping off my body and, faster than before, I'm a dragon again. "Wow. That- was actually pretty cool," I give a small smile, humming with a happiness. Here's your ride. I growl as the bell rings. With Carla on, I can feel she's nervous. What with me slowly tensing my muscles and all, I jump to the roof as Carla lets out a small whoop. "Okay, I'm ready now," Carla says, shaken. Okay, here we go, for real. I growl. This probably won't be too smart but, oh well. Figure it'll be a sight for the school. As I rear up into the sky, Carla shouts

with joy, and I roar of the same. Down below, I see and hear amazement and fear, and a cell phone. This is going public, and quickly. After I silently dive into Carla's back yard, she gets off my back and gives me a kiss. "Goodnight, Shawn," Carla says. What's it like to kiss a dragon's scaly skin? And goodnight Carla. See ya tomorrow. I growl. Flying home, I realize who had their phone out. Snotlout. Well, guess it isn't going public as quick as I thought. Diving down in my backyard, I try something. Human, I keep thinking to myself, and, sure enough, I'm back to my old, but new, self again. Wrapping my wings around my body as a coat. As I head inside, my mom's sitting in front of the tv, waiting for me. Uh oh. "Why are you late, Shawn? And what happened to your clothes? No- don't tell me. It happened," Mom says. "Yeah. It happened at the end of the day, luckily," "did anyone see you?" As Mom says that, the tv announces their new report come in. "Breaking news. Are dragons real? Students at Lawler High have reports of a dragon, flying away from their school. We interviewed some of these students for further info. Here's what we got," ah crap. "You let almost the entire school see you?" Mom sounds mad. But, luckily, the tv goes on about my sighting. "Alright,

Allan, we are here asking you what you saw after school let out for that day. 'Okay. I'm not entirely sure what I saw,'" Oh thank goodness, Snotlout. "'But what I think I saw was a Night Fury flying away from our school. It was awesome!' And that's all we have on this story. Remember, if you know more about this story, we encourage you to contact us. That's all we have so goodnight Lakesshore, this was Lucas Kawlther saying Goodbye," the tv then goes back to Mom's Little House On The Prairie. "Well, least no one is sure about what they saw," Mom says. I have a feeling that that wasn't the last Lawler is going to see of me. "Goodnight, Shawn," Mom says. "Mom! Guess what though. I think I learned to control it!" "Really? Are you sure?" Mom doubts. "Yeah! Watch!" I say. Clearing the living room, I keep thinking to myself, dragon. And next thing I know, I'm a Night Fury. "Wow. So you have," Mom says. Yeah, I'm pretty tired. Goodnight Mom. I growl. Crawling up my stairs, I just curl up on my floor. I've always wondered what it's like sleeping like a dragon. I growl to myself. These next few days pass with talk about me, well, the dragon, and wonder if it'll show it's self again. And with routine flights around the woods. Then Thursday comes