So I just want to say welcome to the new world of choirstuck! I thought up this idea a while ago and it has just blossomed. My friends have given me ideas, along with me coming up with some on my own. This is only the first half of the characters, but I wanted to get it uploaded. I'll stop bothering you now since no one reads the blurbs I write.

I rest my head on Sollux's shoulder, fiddling with the food on my plate. We can't pay for me to bring food from home, so I get the free school food. It sucks. I push the tray away and sit up so I can grab my Japanese learning dictionary. Ever since Damara, my sister, became an over the top Otaku she hasn't uttered a word in anything but Japanese, and I sort of want to understand her. Before I can open the translation dictionary, I have someone getting my attention.

"Hey, Aradia, can I show you something?" Nepeta asks from across the table.

"Sure, what is it?" I question, a cheery smile on my face.

She flips to a page in her sketchbook and turns it around. I see a picture of me and Sollux singing together with music notes around us, playing off the fact that we're both in choir. It must've been hard for her to draw, because she really thinks Equius and I would work well as a couple. It's also another little, more like huge, known fact that Equius has a small, scratch that, enormous, crush on me. He's nice and all, but I'm not quite sure how we'd work together.

"Hey, NP, that's pretty good," Sollux compliments from next to me, a smile on his face. He has a small lisp, but it isn't too noticeable, and it doesn't happen while he's singing. He turns to me and says, "I think she captured your beautifulness perfectly."

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"Taaaaaaaavros!"

Oh god, not again.

"Hey, Tavros~!" I can hear her yell from behind me. I wheel myself faster. "Hey, paraplege-ass, wait up," she calls again, closer. She shoves her stuff on my lap, her long dyed black hair tickling my ears.

"Vriska, I don't want your stuff on my lap. I'm not your rolling desk," I state. Rufioh, my older brother, has been saying to not let her push me around. Doesn't really help when I have handles and a set of wheels.

"Oh, shut it and let me take the elevator with you. Say I'm your chaperone or you're off a cliff," she commands.

"Didn't the cliff thing already happen..?" I question, making her hesitate.

"You know we don't talk about that," she says in a low mutter and I know I've struck a nerve. I stay quiet to not make her go emotionally overboard. She clicks the button on the lift and we stand, well I sit, in silence as the passing time rush flows around us, a current curving around an island in the middle of a river. Everyone knows not to get between us, or she'll freak.

At the top of the awkward elevator ride (both of us were silent the whole way) she gives me a more than gentle push off and whips me around the corner, causing me to clutch the arm of my chair. She drops me at my next class, grabs her stuff, and starts heading down the hallway to her class two rooms down.

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"Really?" she looks up at me, a blush coming to her cheeks. "I don't look that pretty, I can assure you that."

I look down into her brown-burgundy eyes and give her a questioning look then make my face go neutral. "I guess you're right, you aren't that pretty."

Her eyes look like they're going to tear up and I know I hit something and I know I'm going to get slapped for this next thing. "You aren't that pretty because pretty can't possibly describe how gorgeous I, and how everyone else should, think you are."

There it is, the slap. My face stings, but I sure as hell know she could have done worse. It was a joke slap more for show, her and I both know that. "Sollux!" she shouts only loud enough for the table to hear. "You bastard. I half actually thought you meant it."

"Why would I insult you? You're too perfect," I state, getting an aww from Nepeta across the table. We turn and talk to a couple of our other friends.

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"Hey, loser!" I hear from behind me. Oh great, it's happening again. "Choir boy, turn around!" I hear again. I roll my eyes as I turn.

The assailant has a smirk on his face. "You know, choir is for girls, and sissies, right?" He questions. Like I care, so I just stand there. "Hey, answer me!" the guy yells, and damn, he's almost a foot taller than me.

"No," I snap, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "I guess I didn't."

"Well, I guess I have to fix that," he states, a smug look on his face as he takes a poorly aimed swing at me. I easily duck and deck him in the face, just as my choir teacher, Mr. Beq, steps out. The dude is now on his butt, on the floor, holding his face.

"Karkat? What was that for?" Mr. Beq exclaims, a look of pure shock on his face.

"The kid tried to punch me because I'm in choir, so I hit him back."

"Kanaya, is this true?" he asks, and I turn. Kanaya had been there the whole time.

"Yes," she stammers, trying to gain her composure.

"Take his assailant to the nurse, Karkat, go to the main office and file an incident report," he commands, all for the wellbeing of his students.

"What if I don't want to file a report?" I question.

"Did I ask?" he questions, walking back into the choir room so then class may start by the time the bell rings.

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"Hey, Equius. I bet I can run faster than you and finish the lap more quicker!" I challenge, looking at his dark brown face.

"Nepeta, I'm not sure you know what you're up against, and for heaven's sake, use proper grammar," he looks over. Without his sunglasses it's so much easier to read his emotions.

"Like I ever have, you face-silly. You know why. And anyways, I was second at the last cross country meet, only behind that one kid from Hawerton," I rebuttal. I think rebuttal's a good word. It has butt in it, it's obviously good.

"Fine," he resigns. I immediately take off, leaving him in my dust. He has strength and I could never beat him in weights, but I have the endurance, and am a fast lightning bolt who rips across the horizon like a strip. I'm first around the first corner. That doesn't quite sound right, I am the first person out on the track and I am going around the first corner. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. I love that sound. Not really, it's just fun to repeat stuff. It's the sound my feet make against the concrete of the track that goes around the sports field. After another minute or two I get back to the start. It's a three quarter mile track. I plop my butt on the ground and start fiddling with the grass on the field. Rip rip rip rip rip. Equius isn't far behind Andrew, but Andrew isn't far behind either. I see all this out of my peripherals. I don't look up. I don't like looking up. I don't like it when people look at me. I feel like they're all trying to stare into my soul. It's irrational, I know, but still.

"Nepeta, do you wish to run another lap?" Equius questions as he jogs up.

"Of course," I state. Isn't it obvious?

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Oh god, what in righteous heaven cursed me to have to listen to this? He just keeps going on and on about how horrible dicks guys are towards choir kids. Boy, have I heard this speech before. I keep a good face on, though. He's one of my closest friends.

"I mean, really. How hard can it be to just fucking accept the fact that a guy is in choir? I think they're just jealous that I can sing better that their swaddle-assed faces. You know what? They are jealous, because I'm better than them, and always will be. They are such low miscreants, they will bask in my almighty glory, for I am their god, and they should just accept that."

"Karkat…"

"And, I might add, they are probably the most imbecilic out of all the schools in the district. It's like they put all the couch fuckers in one place."

"Karkat."

"Huh?"

"You're rambling again, and the security guard is starting to follow us because of your language," I state calmly.

"Well boo hoo, he can just deal."

"We really need to be heading back to the choir room."

"Yeah, fine. Whatever you say, mom," he snarks.

"Sometimes I think I am your mother."

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