Chapter 1: Skaia Akademy

A young man stands in his bedroom. No, wait- not that. That's stupid. I mean- A young man stands in the bathroom of an air plane. Bedroom would've sounded much better honestly, you would more than anything in the world right now love to be standing in your bedroom- but no, you're standing in a small, disgusting, public shitting contraption aboard a small, disgusting, public plane to an island in the middle of the ocean. WOO WEE THIS THOUGHT SURE DOES LIFT YOUR SPIRETS. YOU COULD NOT POSSIBLY BE HAPPIER RIGHT NOW.

But sadly to the displeasure of the audience you are being sarcastic.

Moving on from that brilliant disposition of mental opinions, let's try to guess this young man's name. You only get one guess though so think wisely, using that amazing intellect of yours.

ENTER: Ivanna P. Freely

*slow claps* Wow, that's just amazing. The effect of this answer has caused the young man to start ranting angrily into thin air, now everyone thinks he's crazy. Ok kid, because I like your attitude (sort of) I'll give you a second chance to enter the name correctly.

ENTER: Karkat Vantas

Ah, see how smoothly things go when you cooperate? Karkat is satisfied with your answer and has stopped screaming like a mad man. CONGRADU-RASINS.

Anyway, the young man's name is Karkat. As previously mentioned, you are aboard an airplane heading to Skaia Island. It's a small city-state island that hosts the grand Skaia academy. One of the greatest academic facilities for agnostic teenagers in the world. Unfortunately you are one of those teenagers.

And even though I am indeed you're omnipotent, omniscient, sarcastic narrator- you would probably feel much more comfortable with a 1st person perspective. I hope you're happy- my reason for existing is gone, jerks.

Karkat's POV

Ok then. Here I am now, the lovable, apparently adorable Karkat Vantas. And as you can clearly see by my smiling complexion I am in a very happy mood. Rainbows sparkle with the blood of dead wigglers, and reality is laughing his ass off at me. Clearly this is going to be a fantastic day, in which you all have to watch me suffer.

Anyways, I came to the bathroom with the intention of getting dressed into my uniform, since I was told by a flight attendant who was alerting all students aboard the plane that it would be landing in 10 minutes. The whole plane up roared and began a panic stumble to the bathroom. I had been sitting near the bathroom luckily and made 3rd in line. I hate line and I wanted to make this quick. A few boys beside me, inched there way forward, trying to get ahead of me in line. Like most of the people in line they were a bit taller than me, and probably thought they could get away with it. Each time they inched forward it set me off ease, and I inched forward myself. Until finally I was a crowded as I could get, which is when they came from both sides and tried to come around me. I turned around to confront them, not wanting to make a scene I tried to stay calm, taking a few tips my brother ranted me about. "Exscuse me asswipes," I said. "Would you kindly step off my personal space, the thought of you coming near me makes my insides boil." The two boys looked at each other and laughed, obviously not taking me seriously. I turned back around and tried to ignore them. Finally it was my turn to use the bathroom. As I turned around to shut the door I flipped the boys off and smirked, "I guess your childish efforts were for nothing." Since then, I've been zoning out like some half-baked moron for several minutes I should probably hurry it up now.

I unzip my duffle bag wear my dad said he packed my uniform and pull out the clothing. This is what I'm supposed to wear for the rest of the year except on weekends, apparently. Something was kind of off about it. I couldn't put my finger on it. I decided just to put it on, that huge line outside is probably getting restless, and I'd rather just keep a low profile all year.

I put on the uniform and look in the mirror. Looking back at me I see a young tired man, standing in an airplane bathroom, wearing a minie skirt. It took a second before I realized the extreme of the situation- MY DAD HAD PACKED ME A FUCKING GIRLS UNIFORM. This, I must admit is a great fear of mine. When I was little I once watched a romcom called- A man who totally falls in love with a girl who likes somebody else and they make out at this Halloween party, and the guy goes crazy and murders everybody while wearing a Minnie skirt… now that I think about it, that might have been a horror movie.

I kicked the duffle bag in distress and sent it flying across the room and slamming into a wall. Out of it fluttered a little scrap of paper. I walked over and picked it up, to find my father's fancy cursive writing printed neatly on it. It read-

Dear Son,

I'm sorry to say they didn't have any boy's uniform's in a small enough size to fit you. I'm sure you'll do fine in this. I hope you have a fun filled day and make lots of friends.

Love, Daddy.

I cannot believe the nerve of that man sometimes.

I walk out of the bathroom to return to my seat. The two boys next in line whistled and said- "How's it going gorgeous?" I gave them the birdie and kept on walking to my seat. Next to me sits a mother and her half-baked snot nosed son. They've both annoyed the crap out of me for the majority of the flight. At one point I almost wished my older brother Kankri was here so I could sit next to him instead. But then I remembered how even more annoying Kankri is compared to these losers. Kankri also attended Skaia academy a few grades ahead of me. He was asked to come done a month early for some extra credit, and bid you his very long and sincere apology that he could not be here to accompany me on this flight.

I sat down in my seat and tried to relax, it's amazing how a guy can sit in a metal contraption all day and become exhausted. I turned my head to the window. Out there stands a beautiful display of a sunset tablet reflecting against the ocean blue. And in the horizon of this serene mirage stands Skaia academy. The scene radiates a vibe of peace. Even so, you could tell you were going to hate it here.