AN: Probably going to be a 3-shot. Probably not going to be very long. Rating susceptible to change ^.^ R&R
OH!
For the record!
Nepeta is 10
Gamzee is 12
Kurloz and Meulin are both 16
Kankri is 18
And I am the cat 3
-Guidelines- Part 1
#Skely
The room was dark. The windows were covered in thick black curtains which developed an indigo hue during daylight. But the room almost never was touched by light. It could make a person go insane if left there to long, but that's just how you liked it. You kept it cold as steel on a winter night. Maybe to compensate. To smack you back to reality. Or maybe it was to reinforce. Heat is usually associated with light. And you hate light. You hate heat. More so you hate anything loud. It makes you cringe from memories you'd rather forget. And with forgetting in mind you 'spark' up another blunt. Yes spark. You know it silly and that it takes longer this way. But you're fine with that. You move from your place in the corner on the floor of this cold, dark room. Easily navigating with your overly developed night vision, you sit on the bed across the room to turn on some music. Rock of course. Yes it's stereotypical of someone like you. Pierce the veil, In fear and faith, The skylit drive. You hate stereotypes. But this is one exception. You love this type of music. It helps you think. Not that anything can help you. You've accepted that. But you have to stop that train of thought. You need to smoke before your mother comes to 'wake' you and force you to go to school. You cringe at that thought. You always show your emotions outwardly when you're by yourself but no, you never speak to anyone. Not in school or home. You do hum to yourself. But that's really an infrequent occurrence. Not that you don't like it. You actually do. But it hurts you. Most like because you never use it. By now you're already pretty fucking buzzed. This pleases you. You clip and lay back on your dark purple sheets and close you burning eyes just for a second a slick smile throbs on your face but within minutes that feel like hours, it's gone. You're developing an immunity. Shit. Oh well. You sit up as your door is pushed open. The light gets in and you cringe but you don't show it. You sit there indigo eyes pointed and the figure in the doorway in a blank stare. Your hands in your lap and you back hunched slightly. As you always do. Every morning.
"Oh you're awake. Get ready,"
The same sentence as every morning is said the door is closed. You get up and walk to your dresser for a white polo which you slip over you purple bone tee. It's a bit snug to your frame thin frame. But it was much loser the when it was bought. The shirt you wear is mainly for ironic purposes. Being as you are walking twig, with the nickname 'skely'. And with your above average height your thinness makes you look horrible. You are hard to look at already with you unruly dark hair and indigo eyes. But you stopped caring about the way you look. You pull up your black jeans that you're not supposed to be wearing. You give no shits thou. You walk towards the door and pull your prescribed dark tinted glasses off the shelf next to it. You pushed them up the bridge of your nose and grabbed your bag from the corner opposite you usual spot. You stand in front of your door for a moment. You sight and begin to move. You're stopped on the way out by your cat, Kiro. Your scratch behind his ears and push him out of your room and close the door you love him more than anyone in the world. He even sleeps with you, under you blanket but still curled next to you. You smile inwardly and the thought. Not that that lasts long as you walk out your door without a look at your parents. They don't care any way. You are blasted by the real word. It's almost winter so at least it's not hot. But you live on a major street and it's *very* bright outside. You start you're the lonely trek to school.
#Smiles
You guess you could be called a sunny person. After all no matter what happens you always think positively. That's the way you learned to survive. But you're never forthcoming as to why you had to be happy and bubbly. It was instinct; at least you like to think of it that way. After all you have a loving little sister and a dorky older brother. Your mom and dad are kind and gentle. It's the perfect family. But... A part of you just doesn't like it you guess. You are a fiend for adventure and drama. You family... They shield you from that. Maybe it's because of your fragile mental state, which again is because you got just THAT bored. But you... Are going to change that. And with that in mind, you rise as you do every day after lying in your bed awake for about an hour. You giggle at yourself. You're not only sunny in personality. You get up with the sun no matter what you did the night before. You pull back your deep green covers and stretch. You slide to the end of you overly soft bed and look around your overly clean, dimly lit room. You walk to your vanity to stare at yourself for a moment. Not because you're conceded, just to see. You move to run a hand through your knotted curly dark butt length tuff, which at the moment is in more of a fro than normal. You laugh. Again. Your smile fades. You wish for SOMETHING exciting... Something different to happen. You drop that thought for a moment and you begin detangling the knot on your head. By the time you're done it's almost 5:30. You smile. Almost time to 'get up'. You shower and dress in your school uniform. Black long sleeves under a white polo and black skirt and a personal touch of green thigh highs. No you're not supposed to wear them but your school loves you. They won't yell at you for it. The second you finish getting dressed you hear a light knock at the door. This morning is already a deviation from routine. This makes you smile
"Come in"
You say in a soft voice. Even though this is new you have a good idea of who it is. In fact you know no one else that would knock for you at -you check your watch- 5:53 in the morning.
"Meu-meu?"
Ah you hit that nail on the head. You start smiling, partly on reflex.
"Good morning, Nep"
A small girl dressed in green trousers and white hoodie waddles her way into your room. You smile brighter at the sight. Your little sister has begun to show signs of the early riser gene as well. This makes you so happy. You are usually really freaking bored in the mornings.
"I had a bad dream Meu-meu..."
Her voice is loud to you but know it's not actually that loud. You have bad ears. You actually flinch at the sound but your worry for the 10 year old is more powerful than your pain.
Your sister has tears in her eyes as you grab her around the waist in a strong hug. She cries into you and you carry her to bed. You kind of hate yourself for being happy about this at first. But you drop that thought as you cuddle with your crying sister. Ahh how you love this girl. Within an hour she is asleep. You don't mind. Actually you're happy. You got your change! HUZAH! You kiss her cheek and you move from beneath her. You check your watch again. 7. Yay! You run down stairs to find your mother sitting at the kitchen table you hug her to steal some toast from her plate. You run giggling out the door with bag and toast in hand away from a surprised mother who is only now yelling for your return.