You wake up to the sound of your alarm and groan. Rolling to your side and flicking it off, you're blinded by the morning sun streaming through your blinds into your eyes and you cover your face with a pillow. Eventually though you manage your body up and off your bed. You grab another baggy shirt and a pair of pants, getting into the bathroom before your dad could find you were home and ride your ass about coming home late. Well he would do more then ride your ass, he would kick it till it was sore. You never liked your dad, but that's okay he hate your guts ever since your mom had died having you. He blamed you for that, and everything else under the sun thy he could possibly think up. You go into the bathroom, peeling off your shirt and looking at your scrawny pale figure. You arms had a multitude of scars on them, more or less from you and some not. You had a bruise in the middle of your chest from a few days ago, a scar across your shoulder from a broken beer bottle. You sigh and look into your reflections eyes. A rich red color, same as your blood. You yourself were as pale as the snow, hair so blonde it was almost white. You hated yourself, more then most people led themselves to believe. Narrowing your eyes and slap a hand over your reflection and finish undressing, hopping in the shower and turning on the water, muffling a squeal of suprise at how cold it was. You just shiver until the waters temperature warms to one that's warm enough but not so hot you'll burn yourself. You eventually hop out, grabbing a towel and making a mad dash to your room before anyone saw you. Well...no before your dad saw you. Your brother kankri was in college as of now. He had so many scholarships backing him up. You pull on your clothes, going into the kitchen to grab a granola bar, walking out of your house to school. It was an over cast day, which you were more or less happy to have. Because of your mutation you were more sensitive to light, because of the lack of melanin to help reflect it. You were also more prone to getting sunburnt, which is what you really hated because your dad would just have an excuse to slap your back and make it burn like hell. You tug your hood up over your head so that your face is covered. You were in a new school that your brother had helped you get into. It was more or less a shitty prep school that your brother and grandmother had picked out for you to spend 7 hours a day 5 days a week of your shit of a life in. The new kid act was nothing you were new to. Your grandmother had came across money years ago but your dad had told her bit to even bother to give them money for a better house in a good part of town, and what money she /did/ send for bills your dad pissed away on booze and whores. You barely even ate at times because there was never any money for food. You had a mediocre job at a small cafe to pay for that and you intended to keep it that way. You get to the adress you had written on your palm, looking up at the brick building. Small gardens filled with flowers normal to grow for the still warm days of mid November. You walk inside and go to the front desk, stating your name and receiving your scedual and passes, going to your home room. You were starting in the middle of the year why? Oh that's right you were sick for a few weeks and you had to get all of your things squared out at your old school. You sit at an empty seat in the back and hope to god that no one would notice you. Ducking your head to look at your desk, you take out a ratty old notebook and a pen to start doodling random things on a blank page. After what is seemingly an hour but was really only about twenty minutes the first bell rings and the loud speaker crackles to life, your new principle starting the pledge and the morning announcements. You pay no attention to the words said and just try and ignore any attention from any onlookers. The bell soon rings for you to travel on to your first class, getting bumped into the door by someone taller who simply mutter a "watch it" and dissapearing off. You scowl and grumble, walking into the room and sitting in the way back again, pulling out your notebook and resting your head on your hand with a sigh. The bell rings again to signal that class is starting. This was math you believed. Great, the one class you'd always struggle in. Kids were filing into the class slowly, all groggy at this time. Well no, most were but there were a few who seemed more or less chipper this morning. There was a girl who was practically skipping, making the tail pinned to her jeans bounce and her shoulder length hair go into her face at times. She was walking alongside a rather tall male, who was extremely well built. You made a note to yourself bit to mess with her or that guy. After a while the bell rings again, the teacher coming in. She was a woman on the shorter side, but her voice was more or less deeper. She tells your peers to take out their books and turn to page 323. You sit there awkwardly, sinking down a bit. She starts attendance, you watching the students state here.

"Karkat Vant- oh! Class we have a new student today! " you stiffen. Great, just great. Just what you needed. The kids turn their heads, trying to find you.

"Karkat, please raise your hand.." You cringe, sitting up and raising your hand regretfully. The teacher smiles "welcome to Freemont Highschool. Uhm... Ah. Gamzee could you show him to the books?" A tall and extremely lanky teen with a head filled with ebony curls stands up. He had some sort of makeup, black and white, smeared over his face. He comes over and grins, you standing up and muttering under your breath.

"Heeeeey you must all up an be karkat" he looked out of it, as if he were...high. Great, the first kid you meet is some high juggalo. You follow him to the bookshelf, which contained a few extra math books, paper, and a lot of dust bunnies. You take a book and mutter your thanks, keeping your head down. He grins, placing a hand on your shoulder, you flinching.

"Hah no problem karbro" is he fucking kidding!? nick names already?! You roll your eyes and scurry to your seat, opening to page 323 and staring at it, trying to make sense of the shapes, numbers, and letters on the page to no avail. Eventually the bell rings and you hop out of your seat, shoving your notebook into your bag with the math book and practically run from the classroom, headed to your next class. Scurrying in you sit in the back by yourself, again. That tall kid, gamzee, walked in followed by some kid in hipster glasses and a scarf. He had his hair slicked back, a streak of purple embedded in the reddish blonde hair. You glance up for a second and cringe. God he looked like a douche. You just sigh and keep your gaze to your notebook. Gamzee sees you, smiling his laid back smile and plopping beside you. You glance at him and internally groan. He seriously had to sit here? Of all places? Right fucking next to you!? You just decide to ignore him.

"Heeeey karbrooooo" he smiles lazily and throws an arm over your shoulder, you making a sound that resembled a growl. The other kids come in , some snickering at you two. Great unwanted attention just what you had always wanted, not. Eventually class starts, you resting your chin on your hand and looking ahead. Gamzee wasn't even paying attention, but zoning out and looking out the window. You mutter to yourself, before sort of drifting off, head on your hand.