Skaia Middle School. What a mess. Going to a boarding school with a bunch of other trolls was bad enough, but this? As you walk into your homeroom, you see a blond human boy with sunglasses holding hands with a troll! God, how insane is that? Trolls, even one that low on the hemospectrum (it repulses you, this troll's blood) , are far above humans. That the Alternian would even consider talking to this filthy, candy-blooded foreigner is completely beyond you. Though, you have to admit, the sunglasses are pretty ho-
What are you THINKING? Murderous thoughts, that's what. Conceited human jerk, he's smirking at you! Your feelings go from red to black in a matter of seconds. You can already tell you'll have a hard time finding a suitable lab partner. You view your classmates despondently.
There's a real tough-looking kid sitting next to a small girl in a floppy, over sized coat. She wears a blue hat. From the way they're acting, you'd guess that they're probably moirails. It's blindingly obvious that Mr. Strong wishes their relationship was more red, but Blue Hat is completely oblivious.
Of course, right in front of them is that detestable inter-species matespritship, you don't even want to talk about that.
So you don't.
Sitting in the very first row are two people that might actually be worth your time: a couple of sea dwellers. One of them is actually the Heir. She is one person you could stand to spend time with. The other is slightly less deserving, seeing as lavender flows through his veins rather than pink, but you don't really care. There's a seat open near them, but you'd have to sit next to-
No. You'd never defile your status by going within five feet of that. Swinging your gaze to the other side of the class, you hope for some better luck.
The pair behind that... thing (you can't think of another way to describe it) consists of two girls. They look like they're just normal friends, it's not as bad as that matespritship, but the fact that a troll would want to talk to a human is beyond you. Unless they were really cute... STOP THAT!
There is a chic with vision eightfold flirting with a guy in a wheelchair, who's gazing longingly at this boy that looks like a mini-Subjuggulator. You would probably think he was the Grand Highblood incarnate, but his lab partner moirail doesn't quite fit with that adult troll's tastes. Speaking of the lab partner... you snicker at this kid He's not even as tall as most of the fifth graders at the Baroness Academy for High-Blooded Trolls! Then again, it was an all-girls school, so you have no idea what the average height for a guy troll is supposed to be. From what you've seen so far, though, you can geuss. However, the mild amusement quickly transforms into fascination as you realize what color his blood is. Candy red, just like a human.
If you were just another high blood, you would scorn the Subjuggulator-to-be for keeping such repulsive company. There's only one problem with that. You are not just another highblood.
Your name is Rewyll Luzron, and your heart pumps midnight black. You have no idea what that comment about not scorning the highblood was for, though. The color of your blood has nothing to do with that, and just like the aristocrat you are, you scorn him anyways.
After standing at the front of the room impassively for a few seconds, you realize that the only available seat is next to that dirt on the front row... you walk over and sit down. You thought your silent message not to talk was clear enough for even it to understand... but... destiny is not so kind. As a matter of fact, destiny is probably up in the sky laughing uproariously. The thing sticks out its hand.
"Hey there! My name is John Egbert!"
You glare at the human.
"I did not wish to know your name, human. However, seeing as you have forced it upon me, it will forever defile my conscious. It is a stain which cannot be removed; the action of speaking to me itself is a nigh unforgivable sin." You put on your best "I'm a totally snobbish highblood and you have no right to even look at me" face.
The... boy (you're still getting used to calling humans by an Alternian term, they have no right) is still smiling at you. God, what a derp. His bucktoothed grin is really kind of adorable. You decide to let up on him.
"Regardless, your meant well. To return the favor, I shall grace you with my own name. I am Rewyll Luzron, sky dweller." The human (you suppose you should call him John) smiles a little less.
"What's a sky dweller?" Your eyes widen in surprise, and you fight the urge to sit on him and force him to listen to every Alternian legend of those with night in their veins, moonlight in their eyes, and the wind under their feet.
Before you can, though, the teacher walks in and you immediately know that you will get along. First sign: she is holding a glass of alcohol. You knew you caught a whiff of gin when you walked in! Second of all... her scarf. It is perfect. It almost goes with her outfit as well as your treble clef necklace goes with yours.
"Alright, I know that this class is a Cooperation Program class, and because of that, there are both trolls and humans in this class. So, I would like for everyone to play a game of truth or dare, just to get acquainted. After this, chemistry will not be a fun course. Understood?" The teacher surveyed her students for any responses. There was a quiet murmur of agreement from everyone in the class.
Except for you, because you are too busy being confused. All of your classmates seem to know what this "Truth or Dare" thing is, but you have no idea! You turn to the Heir, but the girl is busy catching up with her friends from last year. She seems to be friends with everyone! The other sea dweller looks free, though.
"Hey! Sea dweller! What's Truth or Dare?"
"Why are you asking me?"
"Because you're one of three or four people in this class I could actually speak to and honor my hemostatus!"
"And what would that status be?" the sea dweller sneers He has a funny accent, like he doubles his "w"s and "v"s and never adds the "g" onto "-ing" suffixes. It's really kind of annoying, but you suppose you can tolerate it.
"I'm a sky dweller!" He looks dumbfounded for a second, then that obnoxious sneer returns to his face. God, what a douche bag.
"Prove it."
"Not here, idiot," You snarl at him, and wave your hands in the general direction of the sunglasses jerk and his... ugh. The sea dweller seems to take the hint.
The teacher's voice breaks your chain of thought.
"I realize that some of the trolls may not know what Truth or Dare is, so I'll explain it. Or would one of you kids like to?" She's met by a flurry of hands.
"How about... you, with the buck teeth." John looks ecstatic.
"Truth or Dare is a game where you have to choose: do you want to be subject to dare you have to go along with, or answer any question truthfully?" He looks very happy with this answer. The sunglasses guy... doesn't.
"How about everyone that knows how to play does a quick experimental round?" Most kids looked as if they agreed.
"Always open to suggestions, Mr. Strider, but please raise your hand the next time you'd like to contribute something to a discussion." The teacher sips her martini thoughtfully, then says, "That sounds like a wonderful idea. If you know how to play Truth or Dare, please come stand at the front of the room."
All the humans in your class walk up, as well as the boy who's (ugh, you can never remember the human term... dotting? dogging? Come on, you know this one) dating "Mr. Strider". Mini-Subjuggulator goes up, as well as the chick with vision eightfold. The tiny girl with the floppy green coat gets up from her seat and starts... skipping, is the only accurate term, to the front of the room, as does a girl wearing red sunglasses that you hadn't noticed before.
"Alright, how 'bout you guys tell us all your names. I'll go first. I'm Miss Roxy." Miss Roxy looked expectantly at the students lined up in front of her.
"Dave Strider." The guy with sunglasses.
"Sollux Captor." Dave's matesprit.
"Rose LaLonde." A girl with very blond hair that looks a lot like Dave.
"John Egbert!"
"Nepeta Leijon!" The green coat girl.
"Gamzee Makara. Nice to meet y'all, mother-CENSORED!" That was mini-Subjuggulator.
"Vriska Serket." Vision Eightfold was acting as if this was all below her.
"Hehehe, I'm Terezi Pyrope!" Terezi had an evil grin on her face. You wonder why she and Dave are wearing sunglasses.
"Alright, we'll start with... John! Ask the person next to you."
A/N-
I have no clue what I am doing with this author's note right now. Really, who puts an author's note at the end of a chapter, instead of the beginning? SOMEONE MAKE SURE I NEVER DO THIS AGAIN!
That was completely pointless. On to things that actually make sense!
This is my first fanfiction. It's rated "T" for some... graphic... fighting scenes I have planned for later on in the story. That, in addition to the "royal screw-up" mentioned in the summary.
MWUAHAHAHAHA! I have been waiting to trash the Baroness ever since she ruined my relationship with Cinnamon Toast Crunch. How was I supposed to know that fish-faced alien tyrant ran General Mills?
CURSE YOU CONDESCE!
