I wake up early this morning. I look around my still dark room and let my eyes fall on my clock. It's 6:30 in the fucking morning. I usually don't wake up until 7:00 or 7:30. Maybe that's why I'm always late to school. If I'm lucky I'll get to school on time... Never done that before. Just another day in the life of Karkat Vantas.

I push myself up into a sitting position on my bed and look around my dark room. Fuck, I don't want to go to school. Mondays are the worst. I swing my feet off the bed and, sluggish and exhausted, I get up, balance myself, then slowly head for the closet. I turn on my closet light, shielding my eyes from the sudden brightness. After I adjust to the light, I start looking for a shirt. Long sleeve, black... No band shirt. Fuck, I don't fucking know. I close my eyes and move around, then randomly reach out and yank a shirt from its hanger. I look down at the shirt I grabbed and it is my favorite shirt; my long sleeve black shirt with a gray cancer symbol on it. I slide it on over my head of messy knotted black hair and head into the bathroom.

I grab a comb and start brushing the mess I call hair. I brush out all the knots in about, I'd say, six and a half minutes. You shake your now very soft hair and let it fall into place. I look up into the mirror to see my long almost shoulder length hair was wavy and crossed over my left eye in a choppy style. I reach into my broken cabinet drawer under my sink and pull out my straightener. I plug it up and turn it on to let it heat up, then turn and head into my room.

I look around on my floor for a pair of pants and find a dark, almost black, pair of old skinny jeans. I slide them on and head back to the bathroom and open the other cabinet drawer and pull out a box. I take the lid and sit it aside and look in the box to see all of my collection of earrings and few razors. I pick out my favorite earrings. I start to put them in my right ear pierced all the way around up to the cartridge and left only having three: one .14 gauge, the one next to it, that holds a clip, on chain, and one more in the cartridge. I pull out lip rings with spiked ends and put them in where I have shark bites. I also put in a nose stud on the right side if my nose and change my tongue piercing, and put in a barbell. After applying all my piercings, I proceed to straightening my hair.

I lay down the still hot straightener, turn it off then unplug it. I look in the mirror and shake my head one more time. My hair is now straight and soft. So, I leave the bathroom after puting away my box of earrings and grab my backpack. I throw it over one shoulder and quietly exit my room, but look at the clock before I go to see 7:00 a.m. on it. I, for once, beat the time for first bell at 8:00 a.m. I close my door and sneak downstairs of my family's apartment. It is a three bedroom apartment with two bedrooms that have a bathroom and one that I think is empty.

I stop at the bottom of the stairs and quietly head for the kitchen. I open the fridge and.. Wham! The door slams against my arm and bounces back open. I pull my arm out just as the door comes swinging back. I step back away from the fridge and the tall figure standing beside it. Shit, I thought I would make it.

"What the fuck do you think you're fucking doing? Stealing my food? Hm... You little punk ass!" The tall man yells at me, "You want food, buy your own!"

"Fine! Whatever, fuck ass!" I accidently say letting the words slip. I turn away and grab my bag then duck around the man heading for the door. The man grabs my arm, that already started to bruise from the door incident. I mentally wanted to scream but I wouldn't show that to this asshole.

"What did you say, punk?" His glare pierced my skin and made me shiver but I stayed silent. He lifts me off the ground and up to his eye level, "You little ass think your so big and fucking bad well maybe I should put you in your place."

I twist out of his grip and fall to the ground, sending a scorching pain through my arm, just in time to take his punch in my shoulder of the opposite arm and I run to the door and down the apartment building stairs. I run outside and down the street towards the school. I turn the corner and stop to catch my breath. Only two blocks from school. I look at my phone to see

8:00 a.m. Shit, I run again towards the school and when I get close enough I see everyone heading to class through windows. I look at my phone and see the bell rang two minutes ago. Damn, I look at the school and run up the steps to the doors of the god forsaken hell hole. Well, here goes nothing.