Karkat yawned, sitting up in the miniscule bed in the corner of his dark room. He rolled over, glancing at the simple alarm clock that sat next to the bed. Its electronic screen read 5:00 a.m. He groaned.

'Might as well get up now' he thought

He shuffled slowly to the bathroom, stripping in one movement. His dejected clothes lay behind the door. He made a mental note to pick them up when he was done.

He stepped into the ancient bathtub, sighing as he let the warm water envelop him. He thought about his day yet to come for a second. He had just moved from a small town in Minnesota and was nervous about his first day.

Come on, what normal person wouldn't?

Oh wait, he wasn't normal…

He sighed again. At least, that's what they had told him at his last school. He had no friends and just went through the motions, trying not to make anymore movement then he absolutely had to.

If he even breathed wrong, he would be pelted with verbal and physical abuse from his 'classmates'

What do they call that again?

Oh, yeah, bullying.

He rinsed his hair and groaned in annoyance.

God, did he hate school.

He got out of the shower, eventually and found his favorite towel, hanging up on the door. He smiled and laughed slightly to himself. His dad may be somewhat unbearable at times, but he really cared for Karkat, although, he didn't see much of his dad anymore, with him working two jobs and all. Karkat'd gotten so bored staying at home alone, that he, himself, applied for a job.

He picked up his clothes from behind the door and stuck them in the hamper.

He shivered as he ruffled through his worn dresser, finally settling on a fluffy, grey, sweater, some black jeans, and his flat, tan, tennis shoes.

He didn't give a shit about whatever they were wearing in the magazines, he wanted to stay comfortable.

In a couple minutes, he was completely dressed. He peeked at the clock once more. 6:34 a.m. Shit, he really needed to stop waking up this early school didn't even start 'till 8:45 a.m. He walked back to the bathroom and brushed his teeth.

He examined his face, some, while he was doing this.

His eyes stray to his almost permanent scowl, up to his wonky nose and finally resting on his own eyes.

His tired grey eyes, glaring back at him. The bags under his eyes just seemed to get puffier. He set down his tooth brush and strolled back to his room.

Again.

He decided to do the laundry and by the time he was done it was 7:45a.m. He didn't even bother to brush his unruly hair, it's not like it helped, anyways. He grabbed his red backpack and double-checked to make sure he had everything before he left.

Within minutes, he was on his way to school.


A/N: So I don't really know where to go with this. Obviously, its one of the less popular ships: RoseKat (Or whatever they call that) I have him going to school in the next chapter but I'd like to hear from you. What direction do you think this story should turn? Should it be depressing or fluffy? Or whatever?