He woke that morning with a screaming headache and an extreme case of roiling stomach. Unsure of why his body had decided to rebell against him on the first day of senior year, he slid out of his bed and stumbled to the bathroom before the contents of his stomach painted the carpet in his room. As soon as the heaving feeling in his stomach stopped he rested his head agianst the cold rim of the porcelain. This was deffinitely not the way he had envisioned his first day starting, but he struggled back to his room and into his clothes after brushing his teeth anyway. His stomach was still displeased with the amount of movement he was forcing himself to go through, readily voicing it's concerns and opinions at every twist and bend. Thankfully he had woken up early because it was all he could do to make it to the bus stop on time that morning. The only saving grace from the bumpy road and rowdy voices was his ipod firmly clenched in his hand as he leaned heavily against the window and shut his eyes against the bright light and rushing cars.
Across town another boy was having his own version of the pre school jitters. All of his clothes had been laid out the night before and his father had spent the morning arguing with him over why they had moved here in the first place.
"Dad! Can we just stop talking about this please? It's obvious I don't care why you ripped me out of my school right before senior year, so just stop trying to explain it over and over again!" The teen grabbed his messenger bag by his feet as he stood from the table.
"I just want you to understand. I know it's hard but your mother..." He didn't get a chance to finish as he heard the front door slam shut.
The young teen grumbled to himself as he kicked pebbles off the sidewalk. He knew his anger was misdirected but at this point it didn't really matter. It just felt good to be angry at someone. He was so angry at that point that he almost walked past the bus waiting at the stop with open doors. Catching himself in time, he pulled himself up into the bus and flung himself into the only empty seat he could see. The bus started off and he spent a few moments glaring at the louder kids on the bus before something heavy slumped against his side. His head whipped around, his eyes wide and his mouth openslightly, ready to spew venom at anyone who dared to touch him. But the sight of the sleeping boy next to him made all the anger somehow seep away. He pushed the limp teen away from him and back against the window unceremoniously, but not altogether unkindly. The sleeping form stirred and groaned quietly before settling into what seemed like a fitful dream.
When the bus pulled to a stop in front of the school karkat collected his bag and glanced at the still dreaming figure next to him. After a moment of consideration he punched the form in the shoulder, making the other teen start awake and left. "There", he thought, "My good deed for the day".
