You wake up to the high pitched beeping of your alarm clock. Your hand groggily reaches over and hits the off button. With a groan, you sit up on your elbow and run a hand through your messy brown hair. Your name is Kankri Vantas and you got 3 hours of sleep last night. You're surprised you even slept. You don't normally do that kind of thing. It's 6:15. You set it early so you'd have time to yourself. You remove the black and red sheets from your body and sit up against the backboard of your bed. You cross your legs. You look down at your ankles and frown. Your fingers trail across the slowly fading scars. A few of them are still sore. Those are probably the ones from last night.
kan you awake?
You glance at your vibrating phone and pick it up.
Yeah, you?
You realize that didn't make sense.
heh. yeah im awake.
You smile a little. Cronus makes you happy.
You're up early.
You uncross your legs and slide down onto your back, then onto your side.
yeah. i just woke up and i can't get back to sleep. :/
You don't really know how to respond.
Neat.
You groan after he doesn't respond for a few minutes. You always manage to screw things up with him. You squeeze your forehead and curl in on yourself.
you haven't been yourself lately. you okay, chief?
You blink and absent mindedly run your slender fingers over your left ankle.
Not really.
why not? what happened to the kan i used to know?
I'm sorry I disappoint you, Cronus.
You close your eyes for a second and exhale.
i'll talk to you in homeroom, okay?
Okay.
You put your phone in your gym short's pocket and get out of bed. You glance at your clock. 6:32. Dad should be up by now. Your father is a strange man. Your mother died when you and Karkat were very young. Dad started drinking. He didn't abuse you and Karkat or anything, he just drank. And drank and drank. He never drank on weekends though. Weekends are work days. Your father, Simon Vantas, is a famous preacher in your town. After your mother died, he seemed to get happier. That may have just been the alcohol, though. You can't really explain how you feel about your father. He's just strange to you. You'll never figure him out.
You look at yourself in the long, full body mirror next to your bookshelf. You don't like how you look. You're too skinny. Your eyes are too droopy. You reach up and mess around with your hair until you're satisfied. You walk out of your room and down the stairs. You see father making some sort of breakfast for him and Karkat (he knows you don't like to eat), holding a beer bottle in his hand. You sit at the circular table in the kitchen and you feel as though he's staring at you, but you know he probably isn't; you always feel like someone's staring at you.
"Good morning." he smiles at you.
You nod, keeping your half-lidded eyes glued to the table.
"You okay?" he asks and sits across from you.
"Yeah." you say.
"Are you lying?"
"Yeah." you gulp. he doesn't say anything. You see him jump slightly when a loud thump comes from your little brother's room, and a string of curses follows suit as Karkat limps down the stairs and flops in the chair next to you.
"You're up early." father says and takes a swig of his beer.
De ja vu, you think.
"Don't remind me." Karkat mumbles and lays his head on the table. Simon chuckles and gets up to go back to the breakfast he was working on.
After getting dressed and watching your brother and father eat, you and Karkat head down to the bus stop. There are only two other kids who go to your high school that live in your neighborhood. They're creepy as hell. One of them, the younger one, supposedly does drugs and almost killed two of his friends. He's also your little brother's best friend. That worries you. The other one accidentally deafed his girlfriend, so he stitched his mouth shut. He breathes really heavily and you get bad vibes from him. They're both abnormally tall, too. Karkat walks over to Gamzee and they start talking about god knows what, and you stand behind Kurloz. You trace the bones on his hoodie with your eyes. The wait is fairly short, and the four of you walk onto the almost-vacant school bus. You sit in the seat directly behind the bus driver, and a girl with very long braids switches seats to sit behind you. You can feel her eyes baring down on you. That makes your uncomfortable. You clutch your messenger bag tighter and haunch your shoulders.
"What's your name?" you see her dark brown hand poke your shoulder
"My name is Kankri." you say and she chuckles.
"Pfft, nig I know your name." she switches seats and sits in the one across from you.
"Then why'd you ask." you place your bag next to you, so she won't sit with you.
"'Dunno. Anyway, I'm Meenah. You're in my homeroom." she holds out her hand, wanting you to shake it. You just look at her then turn around to look out the window.
"Heh. You're cool. You're Cro-dog's boyfriend of whatever right?"
Your face heats up and you glare at her. "N-no. We're just friends. Leave me alone."
"Jeez man, I was just wonderin'.." she raises her hands in defense. You don't respond, and just go back to looking out the window.
Your name is Kankri Vantas and you'd rather tie yourself to an anchor and be thrown into the Baltic Sea than go to school. But then again, tying yourself to an anchor and being thrown into the Baltic Sea sounds better than anything right now. You make a mental note to do that someday.
a/n *cries because there were so many fricking typos that i had to fix* also, try and find the wtnv reference lmao
